Noticed this bit recently in the NYTimes, by an MD expert reflecting on the edge at not knowing. Sounds a lot like open space occuring naturally in the wild of everyday living and working:<\/p>\n
While I was able to reel off statistics on the latest treatments and medications, I found I had little to offer when it came to issues most pressing to them. I wasn\u2019t sure of the best way to organize and remember the dozens of medications they were required to take. I didn\u2019t know the most efficient way for them to schedule follow-up visits with me or my colleagues. I had no suggestions other than more pills for dealing with the nausea induced by their anti-rejection drugs. And I could only listen, speechless, to stories about co-workers who continued to discriminate against them by treating them like \u201csick people.\u201d<\/p>\n I watched as the audience spontaneously broke out into smaller groups, people\u2019s faces lighting up as they recognized their own travails in the stories of others.<\/p>\n The event organizer, a transplant patient herself who regularly coordinated lectures like this, approached me. To my surprise, instead of being upset with me, she bubbled over with praise.<\/p>\n \u201cWhat you\u2019ve done tonight is to help each of these people begin talking with someone who has been through the exact same experience,\u201d she said. She looked out at the audience and smiled. \u201cThis,\u201d she said, pointing to the clusters of conversations, \u201cmeans more than you realize.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n