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I was hospitalized in 1990 after almost two years of sleep deprivation. And the last year doing an internship where five days without sleep common no lie

During my stay there was a young feral street kid named sally extremely shy and prob had no mother so of course she bonded heavily tonthd nurses

Sally used to peek out of her room to watch the nurses and run back when they came around

They were very busy

One day sally wrote one the nurses a note and cautious and slowly hand itbyo her and ran back to her room

The nurse was very busy but went over to her and said

Oh sally I just love my note Tk u do much

Where she out it in her hip pocket and told ssllynit would be with her always

Sally just lit up with a huge smile and ran back to her room

Each time the nurse went by sally no

Matter how busy she would gently tapmher hip pocket where the notevwss and smile

Of course sally about died but loved it

Soon all the nurses are doing it a soft pat on their hip

Pocket let sally know she was loved by the staff

Sally was never happier

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Dolphin14

Those are compassionate nurses. Those are the ones that should be in the field.

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NorwegianWood

A reminder that the smallest of positive things can influence someone forever. We all have our struggles and we each need unconditional love. Thanks for sharing that wonderful story.

What a beautiful memory. Thankyou. For sharing. It will always live on

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fauxartist

Lovely story Brig.... beautiful.

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