“If I go home, and then I die, it will be your fault…”
are like poison.
Why do people slay me with such stinging words?
Especially when I try my best? When I go above and beyond? When my feet have ached all day because I haven’t sat at all? When my neck is stiff from talking on the phone, coordinating resources? When I heat my lunch but end up eating it cold, because I got interrupted for the hundreth time?
I will not be shaken.
My patients have encouraged me in the past…
“You are not just a nurse.
You are a healer.
You have help healed me.
You have made me feel more like a person.”
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“Soapie. I was so scared ; I was in pain.
Then I saw you pass by in the hall and I immediately felt comfortable.
I knew you would take good care of me.”
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Oh the power of words!
The words of the reckless pierce like swords, but the tongue of the wise brings healing. Truthful lips endure forever, but a lying tongue lasts only a moment. Deceit is in the hearts of those who plot evil, but those who promote peace have joy. -Proverbs 12:18-20