This story made me think of the lyrical refrain from that old Genesis song, "Land of Confusion."
And these are the hands we're given
Use them and let's start trying
To make it a place worth living in
The song is about the fear, chaos, and existential despair of the 1980's Cold War era yet contained a powerful message of humanistic hope. If previous generations have failed to live up to their own ideals (which they have), surely it is the duty of future generations to succeed where their predecessors failed. The sins of the fathers are like vast amounts of toxic waste haphazardly buried in the earth, seeping into the water table, ensuring that that which might have been harvested as good fruit will instead be the vilest poison imaginable.
I think the Philadelphia Children's Hospital chose wisely.