By Andrea Useem | June 18, 2008
Health.com
Excerpt: "When the chaplain arrived in Moses' room, she was just what I needed: someone wearing normal clothes (not scrubs), who sat with me and asked about Moses, and about me, and said a little prayer with us. I am Muslim, and she was not, but it didn't seem to matter. I found myself in tears, at last able to express emotions the hospital drama had somehow paralyzed."
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