My job isn't like yours. I am a nurse. It occurs to me that many people don't understand what that means.
I care about you. You yell at me, you cough on me, you look to me for help, and I am there. You are rude to me, you smile at me, your condition becomes more serious, and I care for you. You cry, you are afraid, you don't understand, and I teach you. Your family demands unattainable tasks of me, I strive harder. You make the same mistakes again and again, you fail to take care of yourself, I serve you. You bleed, you hurt, I treat you. Your wife, your husband, your children, they are scared they may lose you. I hug them; I teach them. You manipulate me, you lie to me, you tell me your story, and I listen to you. I see you. I care about you.
Each and every time I leave my family to take care of you and yours I return to them altered, I'm changed by you. It's what I do. I am a nurse.
