Last weekend, I had to fly to St Louis last minute for a funeral. My hotel was right next to the hospital where I got my first surgery when I was 3 years old.
It was strange to be next door to Barnes Jewish hospital almost exactly 30 years after my family arrived in the US. I was mixed with so many emotions ranging from sadness for the loss of a man who helped us a lot when we came to the US, gratitude to my family in St Louis for welcoming us three decades ago, and my thoughts about my vision therapy. Thirty years after arriving to this city in the Mid West, my eyes were still the center point of my life. (Doctors in St Louis operated on me fairly soon after we arrived because they were shocked to see a cross eyed three year old.)


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