It was a large impressive waiting room, furnished with the finest of furniture and stocked with the latest magazines. On this particular day, it was packed full of people waiting to see one of three physicians. In the corner of that packed waiting room there sat an elderly lady crying. At first she wept softly, but as the hopes and fears of all of her years began to burst inside of her she began to weep openly. People sitting in that waiting room did what nice people tend to do. They tried to ignore what was going on. They hid behind magazines and newspapers and pretended not to notice so as not to embarrass her. However, there was a little kid sitting in a chair playing with toys he had found in his mother's purse and nobody had told him how to be polite. So, he put his toys down and todd…