A patient came in today. He always comes in for his treatment but this time it was different. He had a bright red clown nose on. I asked him why he was wearing it, he smiled and said “If I can make 10 people a day smile for the next 6 months I can make make over a thousand people smile. People don’t smile enough in here.” This man nearly lost both feet, his sons autistic, he still tries to work and has to deal with so much more than I can comprehend. I don’t know if this profound to anyone but holding it in until I got off was difficult.
When I worked at a non-profit that handled suicide prevention, I had access to the donation records. Each month, a specific man donated 15$ to our organization. It was like clockwork.. same day, same man, he had been doing this for over 4 years. It always seemed odd to me but I never questioned it… until I saw a note attached one month. "For Noah- Dad"
his donation was once his child’s allowance.
I can promise you, they would miss you for the rest of their lives.
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Sometimes my mind wanders at night. Thinking about the patients and people I cross paths with everyday. I wonder about the man in ICU or about the little boy that was flown out. I wonder about the things that happened to them. If they are okay now. If any family reached out to him or if anyone that actually cares about him knows about his condition or if he is going to make a full recover. I wonder if his schoolmates worry about him or if his desk will remain empty or if anyone of them knew his name. I wish I wasn’t so impressionable towards these things. I wish I could do something more for them.
Is it too much to ask someone to give a fuck about you, when you give all fucks about them every single time?