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Helper, teacher, mentor, friend.
Working for others, hours on end. Kind words, friendly smiles, a listening ear. Taking the time to calm a patient`s fear. Dependable, trustworthy, caring, Living for others, loving, sharing. At times wondering " Why am I a Nurse? Is it a Blessing or maybe a curse? " Because, at times, Nurses are not appreciated, For the work to which their life is dedicated. However, Nurses know their job is worthwhile, When, after a hard day, a patient will smile. Thanking them for making them feel at ease, By doing little extras, trying to please. Being a Nurse can surely be a plus, Though, at times, we may make a fuss, About time schedules, staffing, the Administration. It is just a Nurse venting some frustration. A Nurse always knows," Patients are what matters." Even if we may be emotionally in tatters!
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