What I have learned from my new job

With working at the hospital, it can be very challenging. I have never really thought of myself as a really softy until I had my babies. I watch, read, hear of anything that could be sad and I cry. Most recently, I dont know if you guys have heard or not, but a north Salt Lake police officer died. He was only 30 years old. Him and his wife just had their own set of twin just 4 weeks ago. They just bought a house. They were living the way they should have been. He told his wife recently that "he felt like his life was PERFECT' This man died at our hospital. It breaks my heart to think of what his wife is going though. I Go around room after room, seeing people dying, sick, getting transplants, car accident victims, wounds, things that I never thought I would ever see. But I do. I was telling a patient the other day that I don't know if I would be able to keep myself together if there was ever a disaster in our area. He told me that I would do what I had to to help those people, but I would end up going home and crying, yet being grateful at the same time. and that's what I seem to do lately and their wasn't even a disater. it breaks my heart seeing what I see. I pray for that family that lost their husband, daddy, brother, son, friend. I often wonder how I do this everyday, and I don't know the answer to that. I just know I go home every night to my wonderful husband, my beautiful babies, and I get to see my family again and I am grateful for that. I am grateful for my life and health.
Please pray for those sick and in need. Everyone needs a little prayer.