A true hero
This piece is dedicated to all of my former teachers, my friends who are teachers and those aspiring to be teachers. I debated for more than a week whether I could actually write a piece on this particular situation that I witnessed. I wasn’t confident that I could capture the shear amount of beauty and love present in this story. I am still not completely sure I can convey my extremely full heart as I write, but I intend to share this story, because it is something that moved me tremendously. I was working at the hospital. My patient for the day was a 19 year old female. She overdosed on pain medicine. She was small in size and meek in demeanor. Her name was Lisa. She was quiet, and she was deaf. I wave to her, completely unsure how to communicate with someone who doesn’t hear or speak. I rack my brain for ideas and finally grab a piece of paper… “Good morning, my name is Liz. I will be sitting with you today.” She smiles and shakes h...