Too often we underestimate the power of a touch, a smile, a kind word, a listening ear, an honest compliment, or the smallest act of caring, all of which have the potential to turn a life around.

Nursing is an art: and if it is to be made an art, it requires an exclusive devotion as hard a preparation as any painter or sculptor's work; for what is the having to do with dead canvas or dead marble, compared with having to do with the living body, the temple of God's spirit? It is one of the Fine Arts: I had almost said, the finest of Fine Arts. 

You made me live life again.

I am grateful you were my nurse and will hope that someday I may repay you for the greatest gift you gave me. A listening ear, a kind word, a smile, a touch, a caring act.
 
You were my moon in my darkest hour.
I wasn’t near death, but death and darkness both exist within loneliness.

As I lay there on that gurney, after being struck by a SUV while I was riding my motorcycle, this nurse spoke softly into my ear and told me I was going to be OK …that you would be there to help me through it. People may say those words were just inspiring, motivational, and special but to me they are everything I needed to hear in my darkest time. Slowly fading, my pain subsided, and there you were again and again and again and again and again, and again. You laughed at my corny jokes, and man, those lemon cotton ball sticks, they were horrible. 

…But there you were …like you said. Thank you!!