“If you save one life, you’re a hero. If you save 100 lives, you’re a nurse.”
I’ve been thinking a lot lately about that word – hero. And I have been thinking a lot about what it means to be a nurse.
We live in a time when politics are acrimonious; when athletic role models are accused of taking performance enhancing drugs; when our icons are reality TV stars who are famous for little more than being famous.
And our heroes in capes fare no better, when we have the greatest, most popular superheroes pummeling each other on a big screen near you.
With all this, one could worry that heroism is in short supply.
But is it?
When I walk the halls of TMC, I see heroes everywhere. We might be surprised if we look around us and look for heroism through a more humble prism.
It’s what each of you do every day when you put on a smile and a uniform and come in to work each day, knowing there will inevitably be hard moments that will demand a sacrifice from you – in time, in emotions, in tired feet, in meals grabbed on the fly.
But still you come, and you do it to help others.
And quietly, with grace and without boasting, you make a difference in countless moments across countless days for people who are hurting.
As we enter May, we’ll celebrate Nurses Week and Hospital Week. It’s our chance to thank you for every extraordinary thing you do.
You comfort the fearful. You educate and empower. You heal. You serve.
That’s how I define heroism. And I thank you for it.