I almost died giving birth to my son. My baby and I stayed at the hospital for 10 days, and I was totally alone. A kind nurse would visit me at night and give me updates about my baby. I never forgot her smile. 2 years later, I saw her on the 10 o’clock news. I discovered that this woman was someone whose quiet strength had touched far more lives than just mine. The news segment wasn’t about anything shocking or frightening—it was a feature story about local heroes who went above and beyond in their communities. As I watched the broadcast, my breath caught in my chest. There she was, the same warm eyes and gentle smile that had comforted me during the most vulnerable days of my life. The reporter introduced her as a volunteer coordinator who organized late-night support for families with newborns in intensive care. Continue reading…
