It's 9:35 p.m. I'm here walking around, pacing but I don't know why. I feel the need to organize my surrounding. I have four patients coming in, which means enough to keep me busy. I'd like to leave around 11:15 p.m. the latest, but the way the nights going, I'm not sure about that. It's busy. I spoke to Neil and ran into Mrs. Power--Juana, another angel that I believe God placed on my path. She's back. A year or so months ago she underwent a heart transplant. I don't details but I overheard that it failed. And she's been holding on with a spirit so warm and peaceful it would make anyone cry. Not too long ago I heard a nurse say that they found a heart for Mr. Powers and he is expected to head down to the OR for surgery at 12:00 a.m.
I had to jump for joy and just think....this man who gives so much love is receiving his now.
I'm at work and have to run for now, but boy am I ecstatic.
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