Andre Hartslief
My daughter’s friend, Lynn, a nurse at Walter Reed hospital in Columbia, wrote her this letter. “The phone was ringing, my palms were sweaty, and my heart was pounding. I was fearful that the recipient of my call would be angry. A pleasant-sounding woman picked up: “Hello?” “Can I speak with the parents of Sergeant Jones?” I asked. The woman paused and then replied, “I’m sorry. He was killed in Afganistan a year ago.” I took a deep breath and said, “Yes, I know. I’m the nurse who took care of him, I informed her nervously. I wanted to let you know that he wasn’t alone. I held his hand.” She wasn’t angry at all and said, “Thank you, so very much for doing that, It brings me joy to hear that and thank you also for letting me know, I appreciate it.”I was so relieved.
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Do you know a similar story?
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Nurses are always unsung heroes… That simple act of kindness that Lyn did, could have meant a whole world for the parents of Sgt. Jones.
It meant a lot to them, yet, how often, we forget that it’s not always the biggest deeds that count but those seemingly insignificant ones.