There was a movie I watched years ago about the Vietnam War. What sticks in my memory the most is seeing the actors who portrayed the soldiers at the end of the movie… there were ‘before and after’ photos and video clips of each one. They looked much older and worn. Some were lost, some changed for the better, some for the worse, but ALL were changed in their own ways forever.

Many of us ‘experienced’ nurses- I hate the words ‘old’ or ‘seasoned’ so ‘experienced’ will have to do- desire to mentor our newer and/or younger nurses. We have the expectation that they can learn from us… our mistakes, our successes, our years of nursing practice. We celebrate their growth and achievements while hoping we played a part in it, however small.

What has happened over the past few weeks is something none of have ever experienced before. I pray we will not witness it again in any of our lifetimes.

On behalf of us ‘experienced’ nurses, I’d like for my younger fellow nurses to know this:

  • We’ve seen your strength, resilience, and courage.
  • Nothing (not school, not experiences shared by other nurses) prepared you (or us) for this. You went all in anyway.
  • We are proud of and grateful to you.
  • We have much to learn from you.
  • We admire you.

Well done, angels. Well done.



Author: awhitlow2

Murder can take a long time if you’re writing about it. My name is Ashleigh, and I’m a recovering next-timer… we’ll get together next time, I’ll call you next time, I’ll write about it next time, I’ll tell you I love you next time. Then reality hit (finally) that there may not be a next time and I was stunned. What?! We only get one shot at life? Really?! I’m also a recovering slow-learner. So in light of that realization that was over 40 years in the making, I’m writing my first novel- murder, love, redemption. I’m not sure what direction it will take but am enjoying the process and isn’t that what life’s all about anyway? More importantly, I’m living with gratitude for my family; God opened my eyes to the blessings of family and I’m thankful to Him and them for hanging in there with me all these years. (Did I mention I’m a slow-learner?) I’m a mother, a daughter, a sister, an aunt, a cousin, a nurse, and a writer who LOVES to sing. Loudly. Badly. When no one else is around to hear it. Except the cat. Poor cat.

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