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A Nurse’s Prayer

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No matter how tired my feet and sore my back, may I always be grateful that I am the one next to the sick bed, not in it.

No matter the long hours, may I always be awed at the birth of life.

No matter the number of times I’ve seen a body pass into death, may I never forget to grieve.

And Lord, when my time comes and delirium sets in, may all my confusions be pleasant!

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