Let me tell you a little story about a nurse, who had a patient, we will call that patient "Faith".
Faith was a repeat visit to the hospital, in every few weeks for various ailments, age related, acute occurrences and the like. Faith, she was a SPITFIRE of an old woman...just a few years from 100, and completely independent. Truth be told, while she was completely adored her for her feisty ways, she did have the tendency to get on your last nerve & under your skin...when her call bell rang...she timed you...
Faith had such great stories. From her childhood in Europe, to her first days in Canada, all her triumphs, trials & tribulations. Children, grandchildren, heartache & happiness. She had a pile of newspapers at her bed, written in a language that the nurse did not understand.
This time was different, this time Faith just wasn't as feisty, the colour of her remarkably youthful skin was not as pink & rosy. The call bell...noticeably quieter. The nurse had mentioned to her colleagues, that something just didn't seem right.
Faith rang several times early on during this particular shift..."Could you please sit for 5 minutes with me" Finally, the nurse made some time, sensing the urgency in her voice barely audible through the oxygen mask. Faith asked the nurse, "do you believe in God? do you believe in Jesus?"...taken aback, the nurse silently nodded her head in support, not really knowing what to say. Faith begged the nurse to sit and hold her hands while she prayed.
For 20 minutes that nurse held Faith's warm, dry, papery hands as Faith poured her heart out to God. Thanking him for every single aspect of her life, begging him to take care of her children if the coming weeks procedure did not go well & thanking him for this nurse who was "so kind and always treated me as though I were her Grandma"
After the lengthy conversation to God, the nurse surprised even herself with her very profound answers to some of Faith's troublesome questions. Faith's worried eyes eventually settled, her breathing eventually settled and Faith said she felt much better & not so lonely and would maybe try to get some sleep. The nurse helped Faith into bed, tucked her in tightly, and when Faith asked the nurse if she could kiss her on the cheek for being so kind and making time to listen to her, the nurse obliged.
With Faith tucked in, the nurse left the room and to her colleagues said, it's like she knows it's her time...
Less than an hour later, Faith was gone. The nurse was left with chills and little goosebumps over the events that had transpired. She was also left wondering just how much faith, Faith had...to be that much at peace. The nurse was in awe that she could have that kind of calming effect and assist someone in their final moments to the point that they knew they could let go. The nurse just could not get over the fact that Faith had so much faith and found that to be so truly inspiring & comforting.
The End
The nurse is still sorting out her lesson learned here...what lesson did you glean from this story?
RIP "Faith"