I am sitting in a waiting room at The Mayo Clinic with a loved one. It’s about as beautiful a medical complex can be yet it is filled with fear, stress and pain. If you look hard enough you can see it in the eyes of the people you pass in the halls. Sometimes the overheard conversations and glances of reassurance bring tears to my eyes. At home people on the street show their stress and anxiety through anger or being rude. Here somehow almost everyone shows a level of compass