I probably told some of this story already, but sharing here is one of the only things keeping me sane right now. So forgive me please. And maybe this time I'll write a clever turn of phrase.Yesterday I was literally kicked out of a hospital. My doctor saw me on short notice and he could easily see that I needed to be admitted immediately for emergency care, so he called and ordered the hospital to admit me. My mom drove me there, but they wouldn't let her past the door because of covid stuff. So she went back home.My doctor ordered that I needed a psyche evaluation, but they wouldn't let me in without doing paperwork. Whose fault is it for demanding a psych patient do paperwork? I walked out. There was just no way I could do paperwork. And Then security came. And they rushed me off the property.They were not rude, and they didn't touch me. I mean: they were not any more rude than necessary when you are asking someone to leave.But I was at a hospital. I kinda thought if people see someone outside of a hospital clearly in desperate need of care maybe they would take him in instead of rushing him away?My mom was gone. I was alone. I tried calling her over and over. I tried calling my sister over and over. I couldn't get a damn person to answer me.We were not in the town where I live, or I probably would have tried to just walk home. It would have been stupid and foolhardy, but I probably would have tried.After the security officers asked me to leave the hospital grounds, they got back in their car and then drove beside me as I left. That part seemed rude. I was leaving. What more did they want? Did they expect me to run? They had suggested I go to the gas station across the street---anywhere but hospital grounds. But I saw a church.I don't know what kind of church it was. Not Catholic. One of the 7000 types of Protestant probably. It was just clearly a church with with steeple and all that.I am a holy man. I am not an ordained minister, and I don't have a church. And it doesn't even matter if you believe me. I'm just telling you on my own honor that I'm a holy man. And if you don't believe me, that's fine too.I thought if there was anywhere a man could just sit and wait for his mom to come and pick him up, it was a church parking lot. This world is messed up, but I would like to think you can still find sanctuary at a House of God, even if it's not the particular God you grew up with. I just wanted a place to sit for an hour where no cops would force me to leave.It was a Wednesday. I didn't actually see anybody at the church, and I didn't try to go inside. I just walked around back. I found a place to sit. Nobody bothered me. I sat there and I sobbed for about half an hour. If anybody saw me, then by the Grace of God that person just left me alone. I did need help. But not from a random stranger. I just needed my mom to come back and get me.I thank God for that church. I thank God that scattered throughout our communities we have Holy Ground. If I had not been able to find some holy ground, I may have died today. I was sick and I needed help, and I was at a hospital, and my doctor had literally called ahead and order them to admit me. But nobody offered succor. They cast me out. They left me to die on the street.My mom found me at the church. I told her it was the church by the hospital and she found it.