He had come, and he had waited, because his family doctor had wanted him to come though he knew nothing could be done. In his final months, he still indulged those of us with less strength. Along with other tools designed to shield my vulnerability I have long since discarded that advice. Nobody leaves our department thanking us for the five-hour wait. None of us in the department return home overjoyed with the timely treatment our patients received that day.
Heroism is nothing more than working hard in a job that nobody else wants.
Sometimes it's a patient, sometimes the cleaning staff, and every so often, even I am capable of a heroic gesture.