“Could a greater miracle take place than for us to look through each other’s eyes for an instant?”
-Henry David Thoreau
This profession. This calling that’s had my heart’s passion for more than half my life. This pursuit that brought challenges and joys, longings and loves, pain and purpose. This career that I get to live in everyday…partnering with the hand of God to welcome new life into this world. This is it.
This week as we celebrate Nurse’s Week in honor of the lady with the lamp that started it all, Florence Nightingale, I am honored to stand in her legacy and continue the tradition of this work of compassion.
This work brings trauma and tragedy, but it also brings with it such splendor and honor. An experience this week…as I held her hand, rubbed her back and looked deep into her soul, reminding her of her strength as she labored….she tells me in between long exhales….”I’m so glad you became a nurse. Because I needed specifically you here today with me. I couldn’t do this without you.” And my eyes tear up behind the mask and the COVID goggles, because I need her too….to accomplish this purpose, this passion and to share compassion, I need her too.
As we celebrate the work of nurses this week, I am honored to stand side by side along some of the most compassionate people I know and to get the privilege and great responsibility of pushing forward in this work of compassion and care.