A woman checks into a predominantly Jewish hospital for a routine eyelift. She expects one quiet night, a minor procedure, and a quick return to her ordinary life.What she gets is a Friday evening that turns out to be anything but ordinary.Ruth Feldman arrives with armfuls of yellow chrysanthemums and her two young children, continuing a generations-old tradition of visiting the sick-bikur cholim-whether the patient has asked for a visitor or not. Then Father Gerald Moran, the hospital's Catholic chaplain, a broad and earnest man with a warm dinner waiting in the kitchen downstairs, discovers her name on the patient roster. He sets aside his rosemary chicken and his lemon tart and climbs the stairs to Eight West, rosary beads in his pocket, barely containing his relief at finding one of his own.The woman in room 812 believes in God. In her way. The private, weather-like, entirely uncategorized way of someone who has worked out her own arrangement over sixty-some years and is satisfied with the terms. She does not need prayers. She is not in crisis. She is having her eyelids lifted.OUR KIND is a wry, warm, and quietly luminous story about faith showing up without an invitation, community built one doorway at a time, and the small human ceremonies that hold us together whether we know it or not. It is a story about who comes when you are alone in a strange bed and what they bring. P. A. Farrell is a psychologist and published author with McGraw-Hill, Springer Publishing, Cafe Lit, Ravens Perch, Humans of the World, Active Muse, Free Spirit Publishing, Scarlet Leaf Review, 100 Word Project, Woodcrest Magazine, Confetti, and LitBreak. She's a top health writer for Medium.com, has published self-help books, and is a board member of Clinics4Life. She lives on the East Coast of the US.
