She looked down at her phone and began typing away at the small keypad. “I should be home around 9:30.” She glanced up at the clock hanging on the wall, 8:30… “Only an hour to go.” She thought to herself.
Her mind was interrupted though when her senses kicked in; she snapped her head down the hallway. “Mr. Johnson I told you that you need to rest! Now get your ass back in bed!” The elderly patient just twisted his head as he lowered his eyebrows with a firm scowl across his face. “Well…. I uhh….” She started to walk down towards her patient from the nurses station. “I can’t sleep….. It’s just uhh…” She reached out and latched on to his arm, almost in the same manner a young adult clings on to their loving grandparent. “It’s just what Mr. Johnson?” He raised his head up so he could look her in the eyes. “It’s just so quite and lonely in there.”
All she could do was smile, but it wasn’t a smile of all joy and happiness, there was still a stubborn old man who didn’t want to listen. Yet, deep down, her sympathy and empathy reminded her of her grandparents. “Well, you need to get in bed Mr. Johnson… you need your rest.” She sternly insisted as she helped him back to his room. He shuffled his way back in to the room. It was dark. As he slowly maneuvered his way back on to the bed, she walked over to the large window and pulled back the curtains.
The lights of the city seemed extremely dim as a stormy sky came rolling across the heavens. Almost as if the clouds were ocean waves crashing over top of the hospital. Small rain drops pelted against the window. “This rain reminds me of my days in the Navy.” She turned around from the window to see him laying in bed gazing out towards the horizon. She walked over to him and sat in the chair next to the bed. “So you were in the Navy huh? Well thank you for your service Mr. Johnson. I do greatly appreciate it”. He smirked, “There’s no need to thank me doc.” “Mr. Johnson, I’ve told you this already, I’m not a doctor, I’m a Certified Nurses Assistant. We normally just say CNA.” “Honey… Im an old sea dog… and in the military, you don’t need a piece of paper, or a fancy title to be called doc… it is given to anyone who has the heart to help and heal others.” Her smile returned to her face, it was hard to stay angry at him for trying to escape from bed.
“Well what is it about this rain that makes you remember the Navy?” He took his eyes off the horizon and looked down at her, catching her eyes for a quick second before returning to the skyline. “We were sailing through the Nordic Seas’s when we hit a bad storm. The rain was coming down similar to this, but then the seas became violent.” He pressed down on his lips; he slowly shook his head before a rough coughing session came over him. He cleared his throat, “It was the worst storm I have ever been in. He looked back at her, “To be honest, it scared me half to death.” He let out two small coughs and went back in to his thousand yard stare out the window.
Now intrigued by her patient, “What happened after the storm?” He slowly smiled, a glimmer in his eye, “I found my sunshine…” He could not hold back his smile any longer, “And she cast out every storm in my life from that day forward.” A smile now matched her face, “O really? And what was Mrs. Johnson’s first name?” Clearing his throat, “Her name was Allie… and she was the most beautiful thing I ever saw. She was as special as an Orchid Flower, more special than that one over there.” He pointed to the corner of the room. She was surprised by its presence, for she couldn’t recall ever seeing it before. “There are over 70,000 types of Orchids known to mankind, yet I tell you… my Allie was more special and rare than them all.” He smiled and rolled his head on the pillow.
“Well, where is this amazing Mrs. Johnson at now? Will she be coming in tomorrow to visit?” She asked. The smile began to fade, with a slow shaking of his head. “No doc… Mrs. Johnson is no longer with us… she’s waiting for me up there…” Her heart sank. No wonder he felt so alone in this giant hospital. He returned to gazing out the window. “Well, I’m sure she is missing you as well Mr. Johnson.” Trying to cheer him up. “Hell…. She’s not gonna shut up until she tells me all the stuff that has gone on up there for these years we’ve been apart. She may be my ray of sunshine, but that woman sometimes dosen’t know when to stop talking.” She placed her hand over her mouth trying to hide the smile.
He looked down at her, “It’s ok doc. It’s suppose to be funny.” They locked eyes again as he winked to her. “But… yes… I long to see her again… “I have fought a good fight, I have finished my course, I have kept the faith…” She smiled and turned her head, “Hmm… someone likes his 2 Timothy I see.” He slightly nodded. It’s helped over the years… She reached up and grabbed his hand, “For those who hope in the LORD will renew their strength and they will soar on wings like eagles…” She tightened her grip on his hand as she rose up out of the chair, “Try to get some sleep Mr. Johnson. I will come check on you in the morning when I come back on shift.” She made her way to the door when she heard, “Thanks doc… You were a shining light in the midst of a dark storm.” She smiled and walked out the door.
Returning to the nurses station and grabbing her bag to head home, “Everything ok with Mr. Johnson?” the other nurse asked. “Yeah… he was just having trouble sleeping with the storm.” The other nurse nodded, “Oh, ok. Well I’ll be sure to check in on him throughout the night for you.” She began walking towards the elevator, “Thanks Abigale… have a great shift.”
She walked to her car, and sent a text message, “On my way home” starting the car she received a quick response, “Drive safe! Love you.” The whole ride home all she could think about was Mr. Johnson. His wife was gone, no children there to sit by his side, his friends had all passed away, and he was all that remained. In that moment when all he needed was someone there to comfort his lonely spirit, she was there. It was not about what medicine he needed. It was not about a procedure that was suppose to be done. It was about being there to comfort an old soul. A kind, compassionate heart; who simply spent a few moments listening.
She pulled in to the driveway. An old song that she had grown up with as a child came over the radio… “I can only imagine… what it will be like, when I walk… by your side…” Her phone buzzed. Reaching down and swiping the screen to read the message. “I’m sorry Annie… Mr. Johnson just passed away in his sleep.” Her eyes teared up, and though her heart sank, her spirit felt joy knowing Mrs. Johnson was holding on to her husband once again.
She walked in the door of her house and walked in to the kitchen, setting her stuff down on the counter. “What’s wrong baby?” “I just found out Mr. Johnson passed away while I was driving home.” He put down the cooking utensils, “What can I do?” He walked over to her, looking up at him and locking eyes. “Just hold me.” He wrapped his arms around her as they spent the next few moments embracing each other.
This was just a normal night… a night spent trying to simply care for those who are hurting. No medicine can cure a broken heart. No procedure can fix the lonely spirit, but for Nurses and Doctors, they will do what they can, to help heal the broken hearted as well as the damaged body that encompasses it. Be sure to keep them in your thoughts and prayers.
“Be strong and courageous. Do not be afraid or terrified, for the LORD your God goes with you; He will never leave you nor forsake you.” – Deuteronomy 31:6