Since June of last year, life has dealt me a series of devastating blows. My health began to decline, and then I lost my mother, a pain no one should ever have to endure. Just a week before Thanksgiving, what was supposed to be a routine surgery instead spiraled into a frightening health crisis. The emotional and mental toll has been immense, leaving me struggling to find a glimmer of light in the darkness. It felt like I was drowning in grief and fear. Then, Nurse Guadalupe entered my room, and without me mentioning the turmoil I was experiencing, she began speaking words of hope and positivity to my wife and me. At first, it was hard to believe, almost impossible to let those words in. But Guadalupe didn't give up on me. She gently persisted, and finally, I broke down. In that moment of vulnerability, she took my hand and offered a simple yet profound promise: she would take care of me. She would be my advocate. That gesture, that genuine compassion, meant the world to me. It was as if she saw the real me beneath the layers of pain and despair, and she refused to let me stay lost in that darkness. She was unwavering in her support, gently nudging me towards the light. Each day she cared for me, she offered reassurance, transparency, and a sense of calm that I desperately needed. She made me feel safe and seen. Guadalupe's parents must be incredibly proud of the woman they raised. They did an exceptional job. During one of the most difficult and life-altering periods of my life, she was a beacon of hope. I will never forget the profound impact she had on me. She didn’t just treat my body; she touched my soul.