“I sat in my car and cried that day for a long time. I cried for the child, for the loss, and for the pain of that family. I cried for all of us who spent so much time trying to save that child, and I cried for myself, and for the very real pain I was feeling.”
‘It’s hard to know your hands were the beating heart for a child who is no longer alive.’
$13.31. That’s how much I make an hour. Because I’m ‘JUST a Certified Nursing Assistant.’
“I’ve been their family on holidays when they had no other. I’ve combed their matted, snarled hair so they can look beautiful one last time before they pass. I’ve sung songs, told stories, held hands so they didn’t die alone.”
