A Letter to the Front Lines
“When you called to tell me not to worry. To stay home, wear a mask, wash my hands, but not worry. I listened, because I knew that your words meant more than all the barking idiots at White House podiums. Because I knew that your level-headed efficiency in dealing with the worst human maladies was famous.”—Helen Noakes
Waking Point
By Helen Noakes
SAN FRANCISCO California—(Weekly Hubris)—15 May 2020—When you called to tell me not to worry. To stay home, wear a mask, wash my hands, but not worry. I listened, because I knew that your words meant more than all the barking idiots at White House podiums. Because I knew that your level-headed efficiency in dealing with the worst human maladies was famous.
I listened because it was you, the lovely little girl who’d grown into a powerhouse of service and a well of compassion.
And because it was you, I prayed. I prayed that you be kept safe, that your courage be rewarded, that you not collapse with exhaustion. I prayed for you, for so many things I could not express. I prayed.
I prayed, too, for all your colleagues throughout the world, who stood up to the horror of this silent killer, and I continue to pray.
With all my heart, I have one more thing to say. I love you. I love all of them. And wish, with all my heart, that I could shield you from the worst.
4 Comments
Rodna Jankovic
..”Imagine a flower opening”..beautiful soul Helen. I love you too.
BARBARA WHITELEY
Lovely, like you!
Eve
I could feel your love and plea Helen. It was so beautifully expressed!
Sean Whiteley
Yeah for Nurses!