I'm an ER nurse. Strictly. And I have to get this off my chest. Over a decade of healthcare experience. Today, I worked hard. I advocated. I educated. I sent someone home to die peacefully as they'd wanted, surrounded by their family. I walked to the outpatient pharmacy and made sure they went home with the right medications and equipment. I was an educator, a hospice nurse, a social worker, a therapist, and a friend. All the hats. Patients will tell me I am a good nurse, and I apologize because I feel I am doing the bare minimum. As I started to walk out of my hospital, currently a very large academic center in a major city, I saw a beautiful flower arrangement on the table where DoorDash deliveries are often left. It's in one of the main lobbies, directly within eyesight of security. I remembered seeing it when I went to get a wheelchair early in the morning, and when I went to lunch. So I stopped and read the card. I took the information back inside to the secretary. I walked to the other building and delivered the flowers to a very appreciative gentleman who had been worried all day about the flowers his wife had sent him, but he never received. Hundred of employees walked by those flowers, with their two cheery bobbing balloons. My heart breaks because no one could slow down and deliver flowers. Multiple security shifts came and had to have seen them. Not their job, not their problem. The greatest impacts we can make are not in the trauma bay or resus rooms. It's slowing down to meet others in their time of need. It's treating others as you would want to be treated. That is the true art of caring. It should be the baseline standard, not the exception. My heart aches every time someone shares with me that simple niceties and compassion are something noteworthy and extraordinary. /r   submitted by   /u/TheWhiteRabbitY2K [link]   [comments]