There is a hospital near me, the major one that serves all the area I live in. The last two times I brought someone there, they never left. Both my father and my oldest friend ran out the last of their clocks in that building.
I know it isn’t the building’s fault; I’m not superstitious like that. Statistically, most people you know will die in a hospital. But both of them were in there for a long time, and as a result so was I – there are bad memories painted on every wall of that place.
Today, I picked someone up from there. Someone dear to me left that place, in my car, and with (apart from a little recovery time ahead) a clean bill of health.
It doesn’t all balance, of course. Good memories don’t paint over bad ones. But it’s nice to know that we can still get a win, we living.
The Opportunity Machine 