I look up at the stars. I feel connected: legs to earth, shoulders to sky. I squint my eyes and see the lines that link stars to make constellations, feel their umbra extend down to me, connecting me with this parcel of land that I stand on. Everything is united: my children, the clouds, God, the moon, the mother of my children, the Ford station wagon that will overheat soon if I do not get back and keep going. Under this sky I am connected to all I left behind in Tennessee, all the friends and patients who wished me luck….
I remember the acts of human kindness that illumine our world.
– Abraham Verghese, My Own Country
beautiful