Saint Vincent Medical Center - The LA Flood Project (sitios de interés)
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St. Vincent’s Hospital
Stage I
After praying and pleading, cajoling and collecting every tiny coin, here in 1856, three nuns founded a hospital—the first in L.A. It sits above MacArthur Park. MacArthur Park where the trees and lawn and even the benches have been melting for days like that cake in rain sung of long ago. Perhaps today St. Vincent’s will be a place of refuge or at least a place to view the workings of the everyday lives of saints.
Stage II
There are no trashcans left. The walls and ceilings weep. Nurses slide into LVNs and all the gurneys need mud flaps. Partitions collapse as the air shakes before the tidal surge. A surgeon falls across her patient when lights sizzle. The back-up generators groan. The halls and stairwells seethe with fear. Hail Mary, full of grace, and St. Vincent, too.
Stage III
Weeks and weeks before while no one was looking, water logged had become a new disease. But weather forecasters would not pronounce the prophecies in the days of drenching rain. Now nuns from New Guinea, nuns from Guinea Bissau sing litanies of water-borne diseases. They know: the remains of the day are amoebic and hungry to live.
-- NET
Stage I
After praying and pleading, cajoling and collecting every tiny coin, here in 1856, three nuns founded a hospital—the first in L.A. It sits above MacArthur Park. MacArthur Park where the trees and lawn and even the benches have been melting for days like that cake in rain sung of long ago. Perhaps today St. Vincent’s will be a place of refuge or at least a place to view the workings of the everyday lives of saints.
Stage II
There are no trashcans left. The walls and ceilings weep. Nurses slide into LVNs and all the gurneys need mud flaps. Partitions collapse as the air shakes before the tidal surge. A surgeon falls across her patient when lights sizzle. The back-up generators groan. The halls and stairwells seethe with fear. Hail Mary, full of grace, and St. Vincent, too.
Stage III
Weeks and weeks before while no one was looking, water logged had become a new disease. But weather forecasters would not pronounce the prophecies in the days of drenching rain. Now nuns from New Guinea, nuns from Guinea Bissau sing litanies of water-borne diseases. They know: the remains of the day are amoebic and hungry to live.
-- NET