A couple weekends ago; He left the house for the club on a Friday night.. And awoke in the hospital Saturday morning. You already know the night was “turnt” because He discovered He lost his keys and his phone was cracked. Luckily He still had his wallet; but all the money was gone. He though to himself “damn, what a good story this will make”. Apparently he had one-too-many drinks and was “unresponsive” (when really He just needed his bed). All pumped and excited to get discharged, He hopped off the bed and walked across the hallway, thanking Jah for his life as He passed about 8 rooms on the way to the restroom. All 8 rooms were filled with different sort of patients suffering from different sort of ailments. Some on life support machines, some had baskets of meds sitting next to their beds waiting for their turn, some just bare unconscious. His heart yearned out for their recovery,never in his life had seen this many variety of sick patients all at once and suddenly began tearing up. A femal doctor walks by, looks at him confused and asked “how may I help you?”… He replied “will you join me in a short prayer for these patients”.. She put on a forced grin and said to him sternly “No, I don’t think your prayers would help with anything” as she grabbed her bag and headed to clock out.