I'm doing what I'm supposed to!

Saturday night I began questioning my career choice. I was having such a hard time dealing with what I had seen and done. I've been praying for God to renew my mind and help me to get everything back under control. Today I came to realize that there was a reason that I was there. I gave "him" (the pt) the best care possible. When that care wasn't enough to bring him back, I treated him with the love and respect that I would want my child treated with. I will never forget his face and I'll continue to pray for his family. I know now that I am right where I should be. I'm sure that I will encounter other disturbing things in the future but now I will be able to face them with boldness and without fear. I'm OK.