I'd call my husband & tell him I love him one more time before he died.

I'm calling Robin Williams to tell him that the world loves him and he's made a difference. We want him to stay but if he needs to go, we will keep loving him anyway.

Oh I might have been one of those long ago. Well, not _horribly_, but...

I took my then-GF to dinner at a kinda specialty restaurant for her birthday, and my coworker's wife is our server. I've only met the wife a couple times, and we don't really know each other that well. But she's nice and chats with us and makes it a really nice evening. We have a great date.

End of dinner rolls around and the bill comes. It's my GF's birthday so obviously I'm picking it up, so I grab my wallet...

...and get nothing but a handful of cheek and jeans...

I look around for my wallet and then realize that _I really have left it in my other pants_. I changed before we left for the date and didn't remember to move my wallet to the new pants.

My friend's wife is not successful at keeping her thoughts off her face. Clearly thinks this is some cheapskate schmuck b******t I'm pulling. I ask my GF to pick it up and I'll pay her back. She's a little worried that I lost my wallet but otherwise amused at the irony and my discomfort.

We get back to the house and sure enough, I left it in the pants that I took off. My GF laughs at me and then puts the pair I'm wearing next to the pair I left my wallet in.

So, she definitely wasn't mad.

It wasn't until months later that I saw my coworker's wife again and could explain what happened. I don't think she believed me until my GF assured her that no, I wasn't a cheapskate, just a dummy.

The amount of children and young people that die because they have no health insurance while we keep people in nursing homes that have no mind body or soul left.

The fire department holding a motorcyclists brain in his head with a towel while I checked all over the patient for a pulse, watching his dead eyes hoping he blinks. Looking for maybe a bubble in the blood pouring out of his mouth. Attempting CPR and feeling every bone crush that I had to look away. Standing up covered in blood, blood soaked through my pants, socks, shirt. And then had to work the rest of my shift covered in his blood. I still see his eyes clear as day in my mind. I would count compressions in my head for months over and over, reminding myself I did them at the right pace. This all happened on a major highway while drivers video recorded me yelling at a lifeless man to blink. We covered him with a sheet, and had to go to the next call. I wish people saw EMS from our point of view. We don’t have doctors on scene. There’s two of us. We call the shots. And we pray to god the shots are correct. That’s all. Traumatic as hell.

I had a patient my age (23) with severe Chron’s disease in the ICU after surgery. He started bleeding more than 1L through the drainage. Called the emergency surgeons and while they arrived I held his hand while he told me “I’m very scared”. He was extremely pale and shaking. I went home after that shift, couldn’t sleep thinking about it, and the next day my coworker said “take a look at him”. He was intubated and sedated. He made it, and after a few days he woke up and thanked me for everything.

Holding a patient by his gait belt with another nurse so he could dance with his wife one last time. He passed that night. Her cries haunt me.

I sat with a postpartum mom after she told me she was planning on shooting herself that night. I sat with her while she sobbed and we admitted her that day. I think about her and what would’ve happened if she hadn’t spoken up that day. I held her and we cried together.

Praying with an older couple before surgery to go well, she didn’t make it. Watching him leave alone with his cane and hat in hand.