In the emergency room, the connotation of one word changed for me; the word Joy. When I hear that word I do not think about the feeling of happiness or love, I think about the lady I met laying in her hospital bed. I was walking around the ER looking to help anyway I could when Joy signaled me over. After looking at me for a moment, she told me that I reminded her of her granddaughter. She told me of her tragic past (add a couple words outlining what her past was and why it was tragic- only a couple) and the lessons she learned while I told her of my seemingly bright future and the lessons I hoped to learn. Joy made me realize the impact I had made in her life, simply by taking an hour at her bedside to talk to her. …show more content…
I was meant to only stop by and meet the staff, but before we so much as took a step inside, a nurse asked if we could help feed a man. When I met Nick, he had been in the hospital for almost a year. He was in an explosion that left his body not only badly burned, but also left him