I was having a quiet lunch in between surgeries today when a young man walked into the cafeteria. I glanced up briefly from my book and reflexively smiled; he looked so forlorn that I couldn’t help it. I thought no more of it, but on his way out, he passed by my table again and set a folded napkin down on my table before he left. I could see it had writing of some sort on it, but as I reached over to pick it up, my pager rang and I hurried back to OR 17.
I hadn’t even realized I’d slipped the napkin into my scrubs pocket, but upon returning home and changing into casual clothes, it fluttered out and onto the floor. I picked it up and unfolded it, expecting some phone number and crude remark. Instead, I got this.
I’d never seen this man before and I doubt I will again, but especially after the way I’ve been feeling for the past couple of weeks, I felt a bit like my normal self again. I don’t think he realized how much this would mean to me.
My point in sharing this with you is to pass this random act of kindness along, because we could all use something like this once in a while.