Just hold my hand
I was 6 years of age having my first of many polio operations at the NY Hospital for Special Surgery in 1951. Mom, Dad and I traveled by bus & train from Brooklyn, NY to get there. I was terrified when finally wheeled into the OR. I began to cry and say "I'm afraid". A woman's black hand reached for my little hand and quieted my little shaking body. Never knew who this angel was, but now at 68, I continue to bless her. I became a child advocate, a patient representative and an OR patient manager, all thanks to that wonderful black hand of love.