I was receiving report when the night nurse told me the new admit had asked about me by name.

He had been my patient over two years ago, and he wanted to know if I was working today.

His family recalled conversations we  had that summer and asked about that Florida beach wedding I was about to attend.

Another daughter stopped at the station before she even made her way to his room to say hello to me and ask how I was doing.

She later told me she meant to write a letter about me and apologized for not doing so.

I told her that remembering me two years later meant more than any letter she could have sent.

She said she’d make sure to send a letter this time.

Someone remembered me.

 

*Combating work-related negativity since October 2010.

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