There were only 2 of us, nurses, working last Saturday night in this big detention facility. It houses 3,000 something inmates so that's a big number if something goes wrong. But we did our best! Without complaining, we just did the best we can. It felt great to overcome this trial. That morning when everything eased up a bit with our workload, we were even laughing our hearts out. We had sharing of some funny experiences and doing so, lightened up our hearts instead! What a joy to have a co worker who would be there to help each other out despite the chaos!
One female inmate came, complaining of chest pain and shortness of breath, requested to be seen. Crying in front of me, complaining of feeling dread, I asked her to sit on the chair and try to calm down by taking deep breaths. I had reviewed her chart and noticed that she had prior episodes of "panic attacks" and was not treated by anyone from mental health services. So I offered and she gladly accepted. After talking to her with a soft voice and giving her positive encouragements, she started feeling better. It would have been different if I had dealt with her with anger, knowing that there was not any true heart problem. I owe this to God Who changes our hearts when we open our hearts to Him! And I'm glad that He's there to guide me and remind me that it's wrong for me to judge. Matthew 7:1,2 says, "Judge not, that you be not judged. For the judgment you pronounce you will be judged, and with the measure you use it will be measured to you."
FAREWELL TO AN OLD TREE
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