..how can I not believe?..

It's been another week of memories. Sometimes, I just wanted to be in my second place most often to hasten the days. Yes it's really tiring being a nurse. But so far, it's one of the best decisions I ever made in my life. God really knows how to keep me going. Even in my desert days, He never failed to send me oases.

My shift's about to end last Tuesday. My patient who happened to be an Indian nationality is for discharge. He was transferred to our ward because of trauma accident in the site of his job. Unluckily, his insurance was disapproved. In short, he has to pay the entire hospital bill in gold cash. He was summoned by the manager on duty. I was inside of his room and heard all the words no one wanted to hear. None of  his facial expressions escaped from my gaze. For someone who's also a foreigner, I feel for him. For someone who had been there in his situation is like seeing the memories on rewind mode. It's hard for us nurses to witness such a scene. We can care for our patients' need no matter how hard they are to be meet but when it comes to matters like this, we can barely witness. Or so I thought.

I went out of his room with the picture of what had happened illustrated in my mind. That's  the difficult part when you are bound to sympathize because you can't get away of the need to do something. And a voice inside me says I need to do something. I don't know how but I went back to his room. I asked for the amount  he's oblige to pay and though I'm not a mathematician, it costs almost half of my year's salary. I again felt the heaviness as I saw his tears started to well his eyelids. "My boss is hard to dwell with when it comes to money matters", he said as I interrogated him of the possible source of help. I suggested if he can ask help from our insurance approval section who happened to be an Indian nationality. And if they can provide the police report the manager is asking from them so he can be free from paying cash. "There is a medical report but it would be available tomorrow for stamping". Then it's another additional payment should he cannot discharge today. I really wanted to lay my hands over him and say a prayer, but as touching him might convey a different meaning, I closed my hands together and say my silent prayer. I believe it was such a pure intention, that He will provide means in an impossible situation. I went out of the room again and continue my other obligation. In a matter of I guess 15-20 minutes, my patient's relative handed to us the clearance! It was not clear to me how that happened. We were just talking of their dilemma and there it was, the paper clearing them of financial burdens!

We were not able to talk again before they left but as they wave their hands goodbye, I knew it was and only Him who did the impossible possible.

I left my second place, the hospital smell, with overwhelming joy. God indeed, is the best specialist of "Impossible". This is a blessed week,. I just love being a nurse!

"How can you not believe Kim?"-God