� The small, seasonal store was crowded, several people lined up at the cashier. As the line moved forward, the chasier looked at me, stopped what she was doing, and said, "I need to thank you for saving my life."

� Startled, I looked at her. Woman, "You don't remember me, do you?" Embarrassed, I had to admit that I didn't. She then briefly explained the circumstances, and I DID remember - the overdose, several months earlier.

� I reminded her at that point that I was not the only one there, that I did very little. She smiled at me and said, "Oh, but you did. You kept telling me 'you're not going to do this!', and it worked. Thank you."

� More often than not, we don't get thanked by those we help out or a serious situation. And that's OK. That's not what most of us are in it for. Although it's nice when it happens.

� Sometimes, though, the call is such that the main players are either too mangled or too dead to even think about thanks. Or the devestation from fire/accident for those involved isn't easily forgotten. There are also some nursing situations here, because we also have situations that haunt us. Those calls have a tendency to haunt us. Read on:

Bullets

Tunnel Vision

The Hardware Store

By The Castle

Brown Eyes

Coumadin

Alcoholism

Drug Abuse

The Rest Of The Story

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