10/12/2025
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"My nameās Grace. Iām 72. I used to be a nurse at St. Lukeās Hospital for 42 years. Delivered 173 babies. Held the hand of every patient who died alone. Retired five years ago.
But I still go back.
Not as staff. Not as a visitor.
I go as the lady who sits by the elevator on the third floor.
Every Tuesday and Thursday, 10 a.m. to 2 p.m., I sit in the same blue chair near the coffee cart. I wear my old cardigan. My shoes are soft. I donāt talk loud.
People think Iām waiting for someone.
Iām not.
Iām just.... there.
It started by accident. One day, I came to visit a former coworker in rehab. Afterward, I was tired. Sat down. An older man beside me was crying quietly, into his coat sleeve.
I didnāt ask why. Just handed him a tissue from my pocket. Said, āLong day?ā
He nodded. āThey told me itās cancer. Didnāt know how to tell my wife.ā
We sat. Didnāt rush. Didnāt fix. Just.. stayed.
Ten minutes later, he smiled. Small. But real. āThank you,ā he said. āYou didnāt try to cheer me up. You just let me feel it.ā
That stayed with me.
So I came back the next week. Same chair. Same cardigan.
Then the next.
And the next.
Now, after two years, staff know me. They donāt stop me. Security waves. The coffee girl brings me tea. āFor the quiet angel,ā she says.
Patients find me.
A young mom, scared about her sonās surgery, sits beside me, talks about cartoons he loves.
An old man, confused, thinks heās late for work, I tell him itās okay, weāll call his daughter.
A teenager getting chemo, puts on headphones, but leaves one ear open so I can read aloud from a magazine.
I donāt give advice.
I donāt say āEverything will be fine.ā
I just say,
āIām here.ā
āThat sounds hard.ā
āYouāre doing your best.ā
One winter, a woman in a business suit collapsed in the hall, panic attack. I knelt beside her. Slow breaths. Hand on her back. Didnāt move until she could stand.
Later, she came back with a thermos. āHomemade soup,ā she said. āFor the woman who didnāt treat me like a problem.ā
Last month, a doctor stopped me. āGrace,ā he said, āwe reviewed patient feedback. Over 60 people mentioned you. Words like āsafe,ā ācalm,ā āseen.ā We want to honor you.ā
I said no.
Not because Iām proud. But because this isnāt about awards.
Itās about showing up.
Because hospitals heal bodies.
But sometimes, what people need most is to feel held, even if just for three minutes in a hallway.
Yesterday, a little boy in a wheelchair passed me. He looked scared. I smiled. Held up my red scarf. āThis?ā I said. āMagic. Keeps away bad days.ā
He giggled.
As he rolled away, his mom mouthed āFirst time heās smiled since diagnosis.ā
That night, I wrote in my journal, like I do every week,
āKindness isnāt about fixing.
Itās about staying.
Itās about saying, without words,
Youāre not invisible.
You matter, exactly as you are.
And sometimes, the greatest care....
isnāt given with medicine.
Itās given with presence.ā
Now, other retirees come. One woman sits near pediatrics. Another reads near ICU. We donāt plan it. We just do.
They call us āThe Sitting Nurses.ā
No uniforms. No pay. No titles.
Just hearts that remember,
the most powerful thing in a broken moment...
is not a cure.
Itās a person who stays.ā
Let this story reach more hearts....
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By Mary Nelson
