What a waste.
That wasn’t going to get you a nicer apartment.
Bless those who give their health in service of patients who might not even deserve it.
What if that patient took unnecessary risks or was selfish or was never going to say thank you? You could have been protecting yourself or God forbid, sleeping through the night.
Bless those who listen to long, winding stories from lonely hearts.
Instead of rushing off to more interesting friends.
You picked boredom or patience instead of the warmth of being known.
That was your time and you’re never going to get it back.
Bless those who loved people who weren’t grateful.
The sick who endangered your health,
The deeply boring, who know you have things to do.
Loving people can be the most meaningful thing in the world, but it can also be hard and scary and boring and disgusting or sad or anxiety inducing with zero overtime.
Thank you to all those who make these bad investments.
Those acts of love that are not going to add up to success in the way that the world sees it.
You, my darling, are the definition of love.
This blessing was inspired by my conversation with nurse and writer Christie Watson on the Everything Happens Podcast. Listen to it here.
How lovely Kate, thank you.
Thank you. This is excellent. I’m sharing with the nurses I know.
Thank you! Your prayers always make me cry in recognition of unspoken fears and yearnings. Just a note: sometimes the strangers we care for are family members.
Blessings to you.