GGUuovhAFw0_Tothebuildersincelebrationofnewinpatienthospitalconstruction [Music playing] [Text on screen: The new inpatient tower at The Ohio State University Wexner Medical Center Built by many The Ohio State University Wexner Medical Center] [Text on screen: A structure built by Those who envision, design, build, connect and create The Ohio State University Wexner Medical Center] [Text on screen: A legacy built by Researchers, staff, physicians, nurses, educators and students The Ohio State University Wexner Medical Center] [Text on screen: A future built by Our community, our patients of today… and tomorrow The Ohio State University Wexner Medical Center] [Text on screen: A tribute to the builders, as told by first-year fellow Antoinette Pusateri, MD The Ohio State University Wexner Medical Center] [Text on screen: To the Builders Antoinette Pusateri, MD] Antoinette Pusateri, MD: Gray sky, red light, my foot down on the brake. My mind replays the sights, the reflections on my shift last night. Packed wards this whole year, there's simply been no space for uncertainty or fear. Cacophony of alarms, my teams, machines sustaining lives. I hear my voice call orders. One more day, we will survive. But in the silence of the morning, could this be the time for mourning? These thoughts cross my mind while there the crosswalk sign takes its turn to glow. Masked people come and go. Shift change. Time has changed. Time and change, two sisters you surely know. They have patiently observed this all from the riverbed below. Now they joined me at this crosswalk, this crossroad, to help me find my spark again, to show our mission through the lens of history. Time, mature, reserved, began with her story. Turn your attention just two blocks away. Turn of the last century. Behold, the people's hospital underway. World at war, here lived the peace of the puzzle to fight sickness and disease. New treatments, research, ways to teach, the foundation. Integrity the iron, commitment the stone. From this triune-bases, people progress spirit shown. There they rise from the grounds to the skies. They made healthcare fly. Transplanting vital organs, translating genetic code, transcontinental transfer of knowledge. To the builders, many thanks are owned. Shifting in the back, change was now eager to share, with her edgy smile to ensure I was aware. We are not just building up new towers. We are building up people. We are not breaking down worn structures, we are breaking the most lethal disease, past prejudice and lies. Here lives the treatment to survive, to thrive. Bust down silos. Disrupt stigma. Break the chains of addiction. Freedom shall not be an enigma. Shatter those ceilings. I know you can build it higher, higher than the stakes, the expectations. We have generations to inspire. Make those windows crystal clear to provide the finest clarity, to shed light on this world of injustice and disparity. Such fire in her eyes like I had never seen, but I realized it was a reflection of a common construction site scene. I turned my attention to the welder with her torch, like from antiquity, to bring things together to be stronger than before. This is her sacred duty. "That is it," I exclaimed. Time and change, don't you see? The welder is the paragon for who we are meant to be. The fire of our torch is hope. And with it, we will connect our community. Like the welder, we will serve in tight spaces, high pressure situations. But is that not just a crucible for our brightest innovations? So forevermore, as patient, staff, and students walk through this very front door, may they honor the builders like the welder, who made the bonds of this building that no one will ever sever. Moreover, may they honor our frontline healthcare team who for generations have taught that a world without disease is more than just a dream. It is their duty, their calling. From the sun rise to its falling, in the heat of pandemics and wars, through sweat and tears, they march steadfast through these doors. They are the builders. On the shoulders of giants they ascend, to treat the city with compassion, to provide hope without end. To infuse hope through our veins, to lift hope proudly with those cranes. To rush hope through the rafters, to remember accolades are not what we are after. To resurrect the memory of those we lost. Say their names. We will not let them die in vain. No. Their legacy lives on when we remember what our foundation is built upon. Gray sky, red light, my soul is renewed by the spark. Now my dreams take flight. Thanks to the builders, time and change will surely say, scarlet and gray are the colors of the dawn of this new day. [Text on screen: The Ohio State University Wexner Medical Center] [Music fades]