My name is Marco. I am a nurse And today . . . I cried in the hallway. No one recognized me. No one asked if I was okay.
Today I accompanied two patients on their final journey. I hugged a father who had just lost his son. I washed a gentleman’s hair — he smiled, tired, and said: “At least I’ll come out clean.” He held my hand tightly. No one from his family came to say goodbye. Every day I try my best: Care. Closeness.
Human warmth. But you often forget to give yourself a little tenderness. I don’t ask for applause I just ask that — if it’s not too much — someone says: “Hey Marco.” Maybe today I feel a little less lonely.
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