I was brought into the hospital by a crisis team because I had attempted suicide after my 27-year-old daughter-in-law was murdered. It was a horrible, horrible, shocking loss in such a horrific way. I couldn't handle or accept this loss. I didn't want to live without her. We were very close. She blessed me with 2 amazing grandsons. I was brought into a room, everyone was staring at me. I felt angry that I was alive and embarrassed that everyone knew. Then, in walks a nurse named Sara. She was kind and compassionate. She sat with me, talked with me, not at me. Sara listened to me, made me feel safe. I hadn't laughed in months. I told her I was broken, and she said "You are not broken. You are slightly damaged". I burst into laughter and she laughed with me. I didn't feel so alone anymore. Sara told me about a place that would help me. I was hesitant but Sara sat with me and explained every step and even made all the arrangements. I felt like someone cared if I lived. I trusted her and I don't really trust anymore. I went to a behavioral hospital. Even though that didn't work, Sara's words stayed with me. Her kindness, her laughter, her words, she took the time with me and she didn't have to. If it weren't for her, I would not be alive today. She is an amazing nurse, who truly saved my life. I will never ever forget her, and neither will my sons and grandchildren.