I'm in the hospital - don't worry, everything is under control, just a temporary stop in the rhythm of life. But it was here, in this strange silence, that I first really thought about people in white coats... especially about nurses.

You know, I never even thought about how much life is held on by these fragile women and men.

While some of us are sleeping, they run around the floors with IVs, measure blood pressure, give injections, check every breath of air in the wards.

They don't just work - they live with someone else's pain, someone else's fear, someone else's hope.

One nurse smiled at me today as if I were not just another patient, but a close friend. She had huge shadows under her eyes from lack of sleep, and she had already completed her second shift in a row.

But she still found the strength to say: "Don't worry, honey. Everything will be fine." And I believed her. Because there was more power in that voice than in any injection.

You know, I realized: I could never be a doctor. I probably have too delicate a soul.
I am too impressionable, too sensitive.
It is hard for me to look at pain, and they have to live in it every day. And yet they do not lose their humanity. I admire them.

I even felt a little ashamed. We often admire actors, athletes, public figures... but the real heroes are here. Without cameras. Without applause. On night shifts. For pennies.

Do you have any doctors in your family?

Or maybe someone who works in medicine?

How do you feel about this profession?

I'm really curious.

It seems that a person who respects the work of doctors is one who has his heart in the right place.

I look forward to your answer.😉