From Sep 2, 2009

Normally, I don’t leave the administrative building.  This week, though, I’ve been eating from the cafeteria for lunch.  I enjoy waltzing through the atrium of the main part of the hospital.

Today, a co-worker hollered at me from a distance, “Heeeey, Ash!”

I greeted her, and a patient’s mom looked up.

“Is that Ash?” the mom asked.  My friend nodded, “Yeah, this is Ash.”

“Oh, Ash!  You’ve helped me so much!  My son _____ is a patient of [the doctor I support].  You helped me schedule surgery and scans and you’re just so helpful.  Thank you.”

See?  This is one reason I love what I do.  I love helping people.  I love that I made such a good impression on this woman, that without having ever met me, she remembered me, and she was eager to tell me so.