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The Nice Thing About Being an ER Nurse

I get paid to help people.

Even better, here’s the trick: No matter how shitty life may be, the one thing that can give meaning to a meaningless world is the act of helping someone else in need.

So if I can help a single person for a single moment in a 12 and a half hour shift, that was a good day.

And to be clear, it doesn’t have to be a big thing either. Anything counts. And if you’re wondering how you’ll know if you’ve helped someone, don’t worry.

There won’t be any ambiguity, just like there isn’t any ambiguity when you hurt someone. It’ll be clear as day because that’s how we’re wired.

You’ll know it when you feel good.

I’m lucky, ‘cuz that’s my job. Ka Ching!