Don’t Miss this Deeply Moving Column by @Peggynoonannyc about September 11th and It’s Aftermath in this Weekend’s Edition @WSJ 👇🇺🇸
25 Years of Thinking About 9/11 - WSJ https://t.co/1ZpelWHeM4
My name is Marco. I am a nurse. Today… I cried quietly in the hallway. Nobody noticed. Nobody asked if I was alright.
This morning I sat with two patients as they took their last breath. I held a father in my arms as he mourned the loss of his son. Later, I washed the hair of a gentleman who looked at me with weary eyes and whispered with a faint smile, “At least I’ll leave this world clean.” His hand clung to mine. No family came to say goodbye.
Every single day I give my best. Care. Presence. Human warmth. But in all of this, I often forget to give a little kindness to myself. I am not asking for applause or recognition. Just something simple. Maybe a voice saying, “Hey Marco.”
Maybe then, today, I would feel a little less alone
"Ever wondered what it’s like to give everything for others, yet feel invisible? Dive into Marco's untold story and discover the hidden struggles of healthcare heroes."
Credit - Marco
“Brothers and sisters, we do not want you to be uninformed about those who sleep in death, so that you do not grieve like the rest of mankind, who have no hope. For we believe that Jesus died and rose again, and so we believe that God will bring with Jesus those who have fallen asleep in him.”
(1 Thessalonians 4:13-14)