Phyllis Spielberger,
a retired hat seller at Bendel’s, picked at a plastic dish of beets and corn as
her husband, Jason, sat at the foot of her hospital bed, telling her to
eat.
Although she had been rushed to Manhattan’s busy Mount Sinai
Hospital by ambulance when her leg gave out, the atmosphere she encountered upon
her arrival was eerily calm.
There were no beeping machines or blinking
lights or scurrying medical residents. A volunteer circulated among the patients
like a flight attendant, making soothing conversation and offering reading
glasses, Sudoku puzzles and hearing aids. Above them, an artificial sun shined
through a skylight imprinted with a photographic rendering of a robin’s-egg-blue
sky, puffy clouds and leafy trees.
Ms. Spielberger, who is in her 80s,
was even getting into the spirit of the place, despite her unnerving condition.
“It’s beautiful,” she said. “Everything here is wonderful."
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