Because of them we can- An experience of love, hope and faith
On a beautiful spring morning at about 6 o’clock I step out of the parking lot, all ready for the day. I am greeted by the automatic glass sliding sensor doors leading into the four walls of the hospital. I walk briskly to my unit as I have got just 10 mins till my shift starts. Here I am thinking, it’s going to be a regular- shmegular day. Usually before my shift starts, I am bombarded with a plethora of thoughts. My mind usually wanders in preparation for the challenges and not so challenging events the day may bring- what kind of patient am I going to have today? Are they gonna love me or … What am I going to have for lunch? Sosa you should explore the possibility of having a cup of Greek yogurt and a warmed up slice of banana bread or maybe nothing at all. At this point, I remind myself that I shouldn’t be eating unhealthy, coupled with the echoes of my dad’s voice - “Eseosa you are expanding”.
Little did I know on that fateful day, a life-changing experience was coming up my way. Perhaps, I should have anticipated it? oh well, but life is full of surprises. So, I head towards the pediatrics unit, I say a loud hello to the unit clerk at the entrance, off I go to the locker room to drop off my backpack and fill up my scrub pant pockets with goodies- To my left pocket is my signature pink stethoscope and my right sheets of paper for note taking.
As I walk down the hallway leading up to the nurses station, I see a dark-skinned woman, her hair in thick rich braids styled in a bun that exaggerates her high cheek bones. She is holding a broom and a dust mop, wearing a light blue shirt and dark underpants which happens to be the janitors uniform. As I walk past her, I acknowledge her with a good morning and a head nod then I head towards the nurse’s station to take report for my patient. I notice the deep stare in her eyes. Soon after I am done taking report, I walk into my patient’s room to perform my initial assessments . As I turn towards the door to go record my values in my patient’s chart, I see her looking through the window with sheer admiration wearing a broad smile with a deep sense of pride encapsulated in her smile as she stared for a good ten minutes. In her smile, oozed an expression of love, faith and hope I had sensed and seen.
Of course, I smiled back at her but I was deeply taken aback, my first thoughts were, “why is she smiling at me”? There are a number of possibilities we could explore her; Could it be that this woman might have seen in me dreams she once had as a little girl that were unrealized? Could it be that she was immensely proud of her sister for occupying seats they said we never could? These are questions that would be difficult to answer as I never had a conversation with her.
On a daily basis, there are people we look up to, from the likes of individuals who have defined history such as Martin Luther King Jr, John F Kennedy, Barrack Obama to mention a few. Without a doubt, this was a moment where she had looked up to me in one way or the other.
My regular-shemugular day turned into a humbling experience that would last a lifetime. An experience that serves as a reminder that I am an ambassador of my race- a representation of my culture and identity That people far and wide, close and near are watching. People who are beyond family and friends are watching. Peradventure, had I not turned towards the window, I never would have known in my wildest imagination that a woman somewhere was watching.
Experiences of this sort give us hope, keep us in check and most importantly remind us of the slogan “because of them we can”.
It is indeed a blessing to meet diverse groups of people on a daily basis coupled with fact that I live in a multicultural society. However, I consider it an even greater blessing when I meet people from my continent. Not just PEOPLE but people who root for you, people who exude hope, love and faith and for this I am thankful.
I hope you all enjoyed reading this post. Here’s to wishing you a wonderful week.