Sunday, September 23, 2018

the story of the cross

When I was in the hospital with my broken leg, I had one nurse that became my favorite.  What I liked most about her was the fact that she had a small crocheted cross on her cart.  The two weeks I was there, we never spoke of our faith but I still found it to be a great comfort.  When I got home, I started working on casting a silver cross that I could give to her someday - this was my first attempt from years ago but I decided it was too small.  By the time I got it figured out, she had moved on to another hospital and I have yet to be able to track her down.
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David Johnson said...

Maybe she follows your blog and reach out to you. I love my cross.

September 23, 2018 at 5:34 PM
Unknown said...

I hope you find her John. I'm sure she'll love the cross. Wouldn't part with mine.

September 23, 2018 at 5:48 PM
Margery Billd said...

Oh, that is sad. Maybe someone knows her and will tell her.

September 23, 2018 at 10:59 PM
Gene Adcock said...

Close relationships, only a short time, But the spirit can last forever in memory.

September 24, 2018 at 11:42 AM
shadesofidaho said...

Lovely cross. The smaller one is perfect. Some of us can not wear lager jewelry. I would for sure wear a smaller one even an inch the longest way would be great. What a lovely gift and sentiment to her and I do hope you find her or she finds you. Not sure on all of this but I have heard people hash tagging to get more media attention using key words that might hit home with her or a friend of hers. Thinking #broken leg, #crochet cross on nurses cart, #the hospital name. And so on. Many people have so many different outlets of social media. Good luck. Enjoying your video showing your house. Nice little build. Silly chickens. Puts real meaning into watch that first step.........

September 25, 2018 at 9:23 PM
Franco said...

If a person leaves any kind of trail across the internet, I can usually find them. Send me what info you have to my email and I'll see what I can do.

September 27, 2018 at 9:39 AM
BigBuc said...

nurses do move around a lot. my eldest is a BSN/RN and has opted to work (what they call) PRN, as needed. they are underrewarded for their level of education and experience along with how dadgum important their job is.
she's now pushing into her last half of her 30s and also studying for her MBA. I fully understand her choice, but as a society, we need more BSNs and have way enough MBAs.

good work John.

September 30, 2018 at 6:29 AM
Unknown said...

John. Thank you! I feel that God put me as a nurse for a reason and He crosses our paths for a reason. I pray pretty much everday that God will make me holey (full of holes) so that His light shines through those holes. Thank you for reaching out and sharing!

Nurse Jodi

October 10, 2018 at 7:19 PM

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