What a timely post (as my aunt just passed away and there are other health issues going on around me) from one of my favourite bloggers.
I wrote a post for today. And I was passionate about the topic, and wrote fluidly and clearly.
I scheduled it to publish at 8:30 this morning. And then an hour after arriving at work a colleague came running. “You’re a nurse? Come quick, we need you.”
I am not a clinical nurse, I’m a public health nurse/educator. But God gives grace for the moment and emergency mode went into high gear. Pulse taking, cold compresses, sitting on the ground with a woman I’d never met, waiting for the ambulance. It’s minutes that count. It’s moments that change lives.
And all of it? It’s all borrowed. These bodies, these lives – they’re borrowed, we don’t own any of it.
I stop by a colleague/friend’s desk afterwards, both of us usually gregarious at this time of day, laughing about our families and their (our) flaws. Known as the loudest in the…
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