What St. Luke's Is to Me
St. Luke's is like the wasabi in my sushi. It may be small, but it packs a punch.
St. Luke's is like the rosin on my bow; it turns a scratchy, irritating sound into one that's smooth and mellow.
St. Luke's is like the Tylenol for my headaches. I may not notice its effects right away, but it gives me what I need.
St. Luke's is like the wind chimes on Christopher Street on my morning walk. It gives me something to look foward to each day, and something refreshing to remember.
St. Luke's is like a giant maze in a puzzle book. It's easy to see where the exit is, but still, it's hard to leave.
St. Luke's is like a great painting. It makes you look at things in ways you've never seen before.
St. Luke's is like a favorite pillow under your head. Whichever way you turn, it's always there to suport you.
St. Luke's is like a stretchy sweater that's comfortable when you're small, but when you grow into it, it's a perfect fit.
St. Luke's is like a caramel macchiato at Starbuck's. It wakes you up with something stimulating, but it surprises you with something sweet.
St. Luke's is like the New York City subway system. There are so many different directions that it can take you wherever you want to go.
--Julian '08