I am so thankful that nurses exist and do what they do. I am honored to be a part of a profession that works on holidays, often with little recognition. Thanksgiving and Christmas are just two of the many holidays that nurses sacrifice family time to care for the sick.
There are various accounts as to the origin of the follow poem. It is most commonly described as a found in the possessions of an elderly woman who passed away in a nursing home. Regardless of the origins, the contents of this poem will pull at the heartstrings of any caring nurse.
Being a NURSE means…
You will never be bored.
You will always be frustrated.
You will be surrounded by challenges.
So much to do and so little time.
You will carry immense responsibility
and very little authority.
You will step into people’s lives
and you will make a difference.
Some will bless you.
Some will curse you.
You will see people at their worst…
and at their best.
You will never cease to be amazed
at people’s capacity for
love, courage, and endurance.
You will see life begin…and end.
You will experience resounding triumphs
And devastating failures.
You will cry a lot.
You will laugh a lot.
You will know what it is to be human
and to be humane.