AMAZING GRACE

She had a dirty face.

And a missing arm.

Her dress has seen better days.

You see her cap?

Look there, on the left side.

You see the red cross?

She must have been a nurse.

World War II, you think?

I do.

She called to me at Warrenton.

She must have known I was a health-care worker, too.

I named her Grace. As in Amazing.

She made the trip back with me, and now sits in my locker at work.

To inspire.

and encourage.

And to remind....

That those of us who tend to the

sick

and dying

and the imperfect in body

Have our own imperfections, too.

A good reminder.

One I need at times.

Like today.

Thank you, Grace.