Many times I’ve sat there. “Don’t leave me, I don’t want to die alone.” And sat there. “I’m here. I’m with you” A dying thanks is bittersweet but it’s still the last thing they said. It’s a station I choose for my life. It’s an honor to be nurse. Immersed in fellow man through so many trials and tribulations, so many life changing events. Some beginning and some ending. But the nurse is stationary. Their station is beside you- whether that means with you, for you, putting something in you (yes), over you, under you (yes, too), taking something out of you, in and out in a flash, helping you, just know their station is beside you. Whether you see them or not they are always thinking of you. It’s their duty. It’s a noble place to be in life, when a fellow being needs you, and you’re there. The most rewarding measures I can account for in this life are acts of giving of myself. To make a job of it is an understatement. It’s way more than a job for me. It’s my calling, my passion, as I said before, my station. I am a nurse.

Joel Prickett 5/6/18

Published by Joel Prickett

I have a desire to help people with my writing whether through stories, poetry or personal contact. I’ve seen and been through a lot in my life and have learned the purpose of it is to help others

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  1. Great writing Joel. It is so true as a nurse for me. The best part is being there when someone needs you.


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