Post # 26 Dispatch From New York City: A Hospital Grows in Central Park

Glynnis O'Connor reports from Manhattan: 

We live next to Mt Sinai. These tents went up yesterday afternoon to help with over flow of Covid patients.

There are often ambulance sirens here, but now it seems like there are many more. Could be because the streets are so quiet that the sirens stand out.






[Ed.] The field hospital is being set up by Samaritan's Purse, an evangelical organization based in NC. It will provide 68 beds.

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