Dear family of dying man...I am ashamed for you. You spent hours crammed into his hospital room bickering over his head. You argued and yelled amongst yourselves while your beloved lay in a coma dying. I am ashamed for you. I tried to be understanding and defuse situations because I know what a trying and emotionally charged time it is to watch a beloved family member fade away. Instead of taking the time to let your beloved know how much he meant to you, you escalated situations and took the opportunity of ingathering to pick fights with other family members. I am ashamed for you. Your yelling and bickering escalated to a full-on fistfight and stomp fest brawl in the hallways of the hospital. I am ashamed for you. You did not think of your beloved who deserved to have peace and comfort in his last days, the other hospital patients who deserved to have peace and comfort for their own healing or even the hospital workers and visitors who deserved to not be subjected to your family's airing of dirty laundry and obvious contempt for each other. I am ashamed for you. I pray that you do not live your life like this on the daily, but fear that you do. I realize that you feel no shame for your actions, as I heard (I do hear almost everything in my patient's room) you gloating with each other about how you kicked your uncle while he was held down. Your yelling and slamming doors when arrests were made was another shameful act, but I realize that you do not feel this shame...so I am ashamed for you. I am a nurse, healer and empathic soul so I choose to take some difficult emotions and share them so I may relieve some burden of my patients who are unable to deal with the emotions themselves. I cry with grieving widows. I empathize over needle sticks. I hold the hands of terrified patients in crisis. I feel your shame. I am ashamed for you.
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Dear family of dying man...I am ashamed for you. You spent hours crammed into his hospital room bickering over his head. You argued and yelled amongst yourselves while your beloved lay in a coma dying. I am ashamed for you. I tried to be understanding and defuse situations because I know what a trying and emotionally charged time it is to watch a beloved family member fade away. Instead of taking the time to let your beloved know how much he meant to you, you escalated situations and took the opportunity of ingathering to pick fights with other family members. I am ashamed for you. Your yelling and bickering escalated to a full-on fistfight and stomp fest brawl in the hallways of the hospital. I am ashamed for you. You did not think of your beloved who deserved to have peace and comfort in his last days, the other hospital patients who deserved to have peace and comfort for their own healing or even the hospital workers and visitors who deserved to not be subjected to your family's airing of dirty laundry and obvious contempt for each other. I am ashamed for you. I pray that you do not live your life like this on the daily, but fear that you do. I realize that you feel no shame for your actions, as I heard (I do hear almost everything in my patient's room) you gloating with each other about how you kicked your uncle while he was held down. Your yelling and slamming doors when arrests were made was another shameful act, but I realize that you do not feel this shame...so I am ashamed for you. I am a nurse, healer and empathic soul so I choose to take some difficult emotions and share them so I may relieve some burden of my patients who are unable to deal with the emotions themselves. I cry with grieving widows. I empathize over needle sticks. I hold the hands of terrified patients in crisis. I feel your shame. I am ashamed for you.