The OR is a strange locale where efficiency and compassion mingle. An anesthesiologist asks the patient if they have any allergies, while a nurse reassures the patient's mom that everything will be okay. The child weeps in the most compelling and honest expression of vulnerability, while the surgeon ironically jokes about laughing gas as the cure for unfunny jokes. I am standing in the corner, watching this impressive orchestra tune its instruments, prepare for a performance and harmonize to play a beautiful chord.