I am a nurse.
I gave medicine to help a person die. I gave medicine to help a person live.
I bathed a person, knowing she didn't care. I bathed a person, knowing she was ashamed and bashful.
I reprimanded an alcoholic for cussing at me. I looked into the eyes of a stroke victim and seen the words that could not be said.
I fed a patient while the "loving" family watched and muttered under their breath. I fed a patient while no one bother to call or visit, not even when the joyful news of discharge came.
I sent a person for a minor surgery, and never had them return. I sent a person for major surgery, and watched them walk to their car.
I comforted a family member while their family died. I comforted a family member while their family lived.
I sought to set some nasties straight, I ended up doing them a favor and acting like it was no big deal.
I stood my ground when berated for our policies.
I watched a patient get well and move out; worsen and come back; recover and move out; and return sick again; we sent him out once again. I hope I never get to see him again.
I saw death kept away until all the family was seen. I saw death come while family rushed in. I saw death come after family left him alone.
I am a person. I am trying to make a difference, and I don't think I could ever do anything else.