I have many stories I can tell. I have one I want to share with others.
I was at work(hospital) and ventured in to a area that sees 500 plus patients a week. As I went from one patient to another I could not help but here a whimper which sounded like a woman's voice. She sounded frightened. Her voice was quiet yet distinctly amongst the hustle and chaos of this department. She started to call out for someone to help her. I walked over to her not knowing anything. She the lovely soul was extremely scared as she was in her 70's and temporary blind from a bleed that occured behind her eyes and was in KIDNEY FAILURE. It was her first Dialysis treatment. Her nurse was not there at her bedside but only a few feet away. All she wanted was a hand to hold I surmise. I stayed with her not for long though but reassured her she was in the best possible care. I went to leave and she clasped my hand. Knowing how sacred she was I stayed longer. SHE started to hyperventilate and develop chest pain. I talk her through it knowing very well it was anxiety from fear and her feeling doomed. I spoke in a very gentle voice calmed her down and then left.
At least 6 months later I ran into a women that I thought was a new Patient. I introduced myself...Her words to me...You are the one. A weebit lost I was and said Pardon? She said thank you you were my angel. Dumbfounded I was but she said she would never forget my voice and how I made her feel safe. She now had her eyesight but could put a face to the voice...truly brought tears to my eyes. Even more so when she said she had been carrying a gift she made for me all that time in hopes we would meet again.
God love her....it sits on my dining table now.
So if I ever say I had a bad day possibly it is because I was not successful in saving a kindred soul.
You say are 42 but you used to drive a damn ambulance for 26 freakin' years? All this prior to getting 5 or so university degrees after convalescing for years and years post getting belted in the noggin by a wild donkey.
Now, letting alone the fact that you'd have to be at least 75, you accomplished EMS miracles deftly zipping around in an ambulance. How does this jive with the fact that you are incapable of maneuvering an automobile down a damn street without getting thrown in the Naples Bighouse?
Lass, your soul is as beautiful as you are. It is a shame that the Depakotedimwit can't resist one upping everybody and everything.
blondeindian write: I was at my local coffee shop and noticed a couple out side and the man was sweating profusely and was dizzy, so his wife said she was going to get the car, I drove an ambulance for 26 years and I asked the man more in depth how he felt, I knew he was having a heart attack, I called 911, gave a description of the symptom's and they were there in 4 minutes, and on the way to the hospital he had a massive heart attack indeed, his wife got there in there car, I drove her to the hospital and walked home...She later called me and said I was an angel, and saved her husbands life, I just was a good Samaritan...The skills never leave you and a gut instinct most of the time is a true one, god bless...
Wow....Thank god you were there. Why is it you don't drive an ambulance anymore? How long have you been out of the profession? Maybe you should reconsider it as there are not enough good people that could.
I was at my local coffee shop and noticed a couple out side and the man was sweating profusely and was dizzy, so his wife said she was going to get the car, I drove an ambulance for 26 years and I asked the man more in depth how he felt, I knew he was having a heart attack, I called 911, gave a description of the symptom's and they were there in 4 minutes, and on the way to the hospital he had a massive heart attack indeed, his wife got there in there car, I drove her to the hospital and walked home...She later called me and said I was an angel, and saved her husbands life, I just was a good Samaritan...The skills never leave you and a gut instinct most of the time is a true one, god bless...
This is a bit off the topic but I read in an article not too long ago the British Hospitals have started or did a research when a patient dies and his spirit leave his body. According to so many occurences that nurses had and they iniatiated a research into the subject.
Have you ever heard this from other workers or seen this since you work in the Medical Field ?
Apologize if the question is offensive though to you but I would enjoy knowing if you don't mind answering questions like this.
TallBlonde50 write: Benefactor.....thumbs up to you. It takes only one person to help guide many others, whether it be face to face or from afar...
I still have family members of those I cared for and whose hand I held when they were in their last hours, thank me for being there so their mom or dad didn't die alone!!! It makes my day and brings a smile to my heart!
God love you Blonde for holding their hand. Many people are not able to do that.
As I indicated I have tons of stories I could tell. Which I will reveal all in due time. I will tell 1 a week if this thread stays alive
Tonight I will give you one more story. One of many but this one will never escape my mind. As NONE of them do.
This story I am about to speak of happened about 9 years ago. Back then my focus was Palliative care. Something I miss yet don't miss if that makes sense.
I received a call about a young women in her late 40's. The call was for me to assess her comfort level at home as she was in her last stages of cancer. When I arrived she had already slipped into a semicoma state.
When I treat a patient I look beyond what is obvious. I look at photos so I can connect to the person that was once healthy. She was surrounded by her 5 beautiful children that were baking cheese cakes and playing guitar and singing. . Her children were my age. All they wanted me to do was ensure their mother was comfortable with Pain medication. THEY the children were pleasantly pleased I arrived and offered me a piece of cake...Wow last thing on my mind was eating. How gracious they were though for such hospitality during a horrific event in their life.
I was only there about 2 hours to help them and their Mom when One of the daughters said to me she seems to not be breathing very well. Well I knew what that was. Cheyne-Stokes respiration.
So I tried to hide my thoughts...I placed my stethoscope to listen to her Apical beat. In hopes I would not have bad news for them. I was overjoyed to still hear her heart pumping yet it did stop after 20 seconds....I continued to listen for 60 seconds without showing any facial expression. I needed to know more before I broke the news...Whimper
I removed my stethoscope and informed her children their precious Mom has past and declared her dead. I DID MY BEST and had them enter another room whilst I cleaned up the after math and made her presentable...Closed the jaw before Rigamortis set in...wiped the blood that escapes her orfices...brushed her hair removed all needles and drugs.
I then called the funeral home and watched this family say their last good byes. It was now 6:00am when the soul was carried away on a stretcher through their sliding doors from the Kitchen. Each and everyone of them sang Amazing Grace whilst they removed their Mom.
It still haunts me to this day. I went home and slept 2 hours but felt compelled to go back to their home. Which I did.
Next week I may speak about the young lad in his 20's whom was in the burn trauma unit with multi organ failure. A very sad story but then again one I will never forget..
Weelassy encouraged me to post and I said I will if I see others so now that you have here goes.
A number of years back when computers were still a big deal I donated a computer lab to the elementary school in a village in rural Croatia where I am from. It's a village of 4,000 people that is mainly agricultural and there are few if any prospects for young people to break out and do something different. I figured, because I have seen it elsewhere, information technology could be the best thing I could do since it knows no borders and one can program (or answer customer service calls) anywhere.
Over the years since, young people would come to me or contact me to say their hours and days spent in that computer lab were what set them on a path to this or that career that they now have. Sometimes it has nothing to do with information technology - it was the fact they had Internet access there which most of them still don't even now have at home. That enabled them to reach out and find information and take initiative on their chosen path.
statuesque4u write: BQ i am sure you made a huge impact on many of those people. I love the older generation. I occassionally will work in a nursing home but can't for long. They are such sweet people and they love to hug and kiss you for everything. The one thing that makes me boil is to watch visitors come visit their loved ones and some of them have no one. I sometimes ask the resident about his/her family but many times not because often these people live right here in town and just never bother to come visit. That's the saddest part of all
Yes, they are some of the nicest and sweetest people you can meet,some grumpy too ha ! I think you that one also ha! ha! it is just unbelievable how just a small visit to some of them can make their day, or even buying something as humble as a vase knitted matt; it can sure bring smiles to an Elderly woman.
I still visit old folks home over here, you always will meet one who has a story he enjoys sharing with you whether it is fact or fiction lol...but they all love talk and have a touch whether on the arm,hand,shoulder,back or a nice hug.
"I sometimes ask the resident about his/her family but many times not because often these people live right here in town and just never bother to come visit. That's the saddest part of all"
This is something I have a hard time to understand also. I met a man who had not had one of his children visit him in 11 years and they just lived near the city...I said what??? You can imagine my heart reaction toward this man after he told me this.
There is a man here whom I knew in my youth, he is 90 and he is totally lost now, all other friends and family have given up on him but I still go to see him..he doesn't remember who I am...his relatives always ask me how he is...just so strange..they just left him there..heck !! I take him for walks in his wheel chair, talk with him though he doesn't make much sense but it keeps him going. When I leave he takes my hand and pull me back toward him..just like a little child...I tell him I will be back another day..he watches me in earnest when I leave; you can tell he doesn't want you to leave, you've been there and seen it, you know exactly what I am sharing.
As for making an huge impact I will know when I meet my maker someday like everybody else who departs among us. Thanks for the comment.
Good touching stories you two shared.. weelassy and statuesque,
When I was younger I belonged to outreaches for the church, a group of us used to go each Christmas and buy Christmas cards and visit Old Folks Home and Hospitals.
We brought the message of Salavation and how God loved them etc...there was a few heart breaking times where mostly an Elderly who were so lonely and the family had just abandoned them or they had no family, would be just so happy to have someone talk to them and talk about God...this was shocking a bit.
Some when you left them they grabbed your hands and tears would run down there cheeks as they didn't want you to leave or they just thanked you as some of them thought is was so cute to see a young man who came to them and talked about God and asked you to come back. You knew when you left the room what impact you had on that person..it was either a joyful smile,tears or neutral, it was rare it was neutral that is for sure.
All the elderly women I would gave them a hug and look in her eyes before I left, some I stroked their hair or passed my hand on their cheeks and give a kiss on the cheek, a few of them weren't satified with a kiss on the cheek but wanted one on the lip which I unselfishly let them have one and they stared in my eyes like if something miraculous had happened. It was so strange, the loneliness you could see in some of those eyes and tears coming down.
One time before Christmas we made a dance and an Old Folks Home, my roomate worked there and 3 of my friends were musicians so we gathered as many Elderly as we could and sang songs then we went and took the Elders and danced with them..it sure brought smiles to them...there was an Elderly lady I danced with...
this was unusual but very touching in a way...I had just danced with this 80 years old lady then went to bring her to sit she grabbed my hand and looked in my eyes, pulled me to sit beside her so I did, she didn't want to let my hand go and it was o.k. I held hers...she leaned to give a kiss on the lip...she pulled back and we kept looking at each other eye to eye then she pulled again and gave me another kiss, she took a deep breath and made a gesture like mmmmm then she did it again and she pulled my hand toward her heart and held my hand with both her hands, you could feel the gentleness of her soul, I was touched by what she did and how she did this..it was so unusual, especially when you are 25 and she is 80...then I gave her a hug,excused myself and told her I had to give some other ladies a dance..she smiled and sat in her chair and watched.
It made me realize from that day on, the shell maybe is old but the soul inside still longs for affection regardless of age whether touch,talking,a hug,a kiss or a smile.
I would also hug the Elderly man..some were shock that is for sure as you could see it in there eyes, one Elderly man brokedown and cried...he finally confessed that none of his family bothered visiting him and that he was touched by the gesture we were 5 friends together and took round to hug him; some it brought them a great smile and they patted or rubbed you on the back...same as the women.
When I would enter in the room I would say " Hi Merry Christmas and God loves you " it sure got there attention that is for sure ha! and sit down and chat..also did ministries on Skid Row; where the forgotten were left in back alleys drunk or starving, bring them food and coffee..just sit down and try to offer some positive help about education,social services to get assistance etc..the house of refuge where they could get clothes and blankets..such sadness in some areas.
When I lived in Victoria I would go once or twice a month on Gov't Street and Yates where there was a lot of youth who comes by and then some of them beg for money as they spent all their money and are hungry...would walk around the block where the McDonald is located and give the youth here and there money so they could go buy food, the worse they looked the more they had but it wasn't only youth there, there was adults also. Also shared with them resources as where they can go to get help like social agencies etc..a few were so thankful.
I don't know if I made a huge impact but I sure hope I touched a few souls, helped some make their life a bit brighter and God will remember that on my behalf.
God Bless all the people who at least offer some generosity, you never know what is down the road and how much you impacted someone.