We are always being asked questions.
But what about the questions that change our lives.
I was once asked such a question as a young man.
The question was asked one eventful day during a shift I worked as
a student nurse in a geriatric ward.
You see, as part of my responsibilities, I had a ward of several elderly
men who where all unique in their own way, and some of these gentleman
took a lot more care than others, and some were a lot grumpier than others.
Others Would Avoid
A lot of nurses, quite frankly, did not enjoy working with these men
and would try to avoid spending any more time
there then they had to.
On the contrary, I took the opposite tack attending to the needs of these men.
Instead of just doing what I had to do to make them comfortable, giving
them necessary treatments, blood pressure and temperature readings, baths,
and supplying medication as ordered, I would finish all the required
responsibilities and then stay in the ward. I spent a lot of time talking,
joking, just good old give them attention beyond what they needed time.
After all, these men could not walk or get around, they had few visitors,
and were generally left to spend their days just watching TV, sleeping,
to anyone who stepped foot into the ward.
So, I became the main target of their pent up mental energy and honestly, I had a lot of fun.
But, beyond establishing a great rapport with these men, there was one
gentleman I spent a lot of time talking with. He wasn't at first appearance
much different than the rest but he had a wicked sense of humor
and a grand spirit about him.
The Question That Changed My Life
One day, after all necessary nursing tasks were done and I stayed with
them, he called me over to his bedside. At first thinking he was about
to unleash a tirade of quips and fancies, I was ready. Instead, he beckoned
me even close so he could obviously speak very quietly to me out of
earshot of the other man.