I Helped an Elderly Man Pay for His Essentials — Two Mornings Later, a Woman Arrived with His Last Wish

The fluorescent lights above the grocery store hummed incessantly, a low, constant vibration that seemed to settle into my bones and echo in every corner of my mind.

Each hum felt like a subtle, nagging reminder of exhaustion, a vibration that clung to me as if I were carrying it inside my own skeleton.

It was one of those evenings where fatigue wasn’t just physical—it seeped into your very being, wrapping itself around your soul like a second skin.

After twelve hours on my feet at the hospital, running from patient to patient, charting notes, administering medications, soothing families, and trying to manage the chaos of constant demands, I felt like a hollow shell of myself. Continue reading…