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I remember when I had the option to follow your path, I deeply thought about it and backed out because “I couldn’t handle dealing with blood on a daily basis”. While I got busy creating my own path, you decided to dedicate your live in servicing others. A choice I’ve always find bold and courageous. Your daily stories about the craziness of work became routine, to a point where it was hard to truly appreciate the courage it takes to do your work on a daily/nightly basis. You’ve always had that look deep in your eyes, a look that display confidence. Regardless of the situation, your presence in the room made everything bearable.
Not anymore.
For the first time in my life, I look at you and can feel fear and anxiety. I know you’re being asked to do the impossible right now and you’re worried. While most of us are stuck at home, you’re asked to show up to work and take care of the sick while exposing yourself to the virus. Even worse, to avoid any possible contamination, we have to avoid any physical contact until god knows when. As we’re self-isolating from each other, I wish I could tell you that everything will be okay, that everything would be over soon and life would get back to normal, but I can’t. I just don’t know when things will get back to normal, and I would hate myself for giving you false hope at this point. It kills me to not be in the front line…
