I met Kayla when she attended me on the 8th floor of the Shapiro building. I have nothing but praise for the care she gave and her attentiveness on both days, it was flawless. Moreover, her bubbly personality really helped to put me at ease. However, I must direct your attention to an event that occurred that showed me the depth of her care. By the morning after my first full day in isolation, I was not my happiest self. I had become a glum and despondent gremlin, staring out of the window thinking back on all the time I had spent in the hospital. That window with its increasingly sunny scene quickly turned into a window to my own memories, some happy but many sad and painful. Sometimes when we become trapped in our own self-inflicted sorrow all we need are some words of comfort and advice, often we do not know that we need them. Unfortunately, I do not quite remember the words Kayla said to me as she walked into the room; I do remember that they had effectively broken whatever spell that window held over me and returned me back to reality from my self-made sadness. Not everyone when presented with that situation would have been able to accomplish what she had, her ability to find just the right words and tone in that moment was exceptional. Kayla did not know me, not personally. I was a complete stranger to her. She could have chosen the easy path that countless others choose to take, the one of saying nothing. Instead, she chose to say something, and not just because she cared to do so as the nurse attending me, but because she herself cared about someone before her who was depressed. That fleeting moment has given me a torch I will always have with me to find my way out of the dark and has shown me how much care and compassion she has.