This is, perhaps, one of the most beautiful tributes to a nurse I've read. But its more than that. What you're about to read is a tribute from someone that, I think, comes as close as non-nurses can to understanding their career, their vocation, their job. It might even make you cry big tears. 

I know a bunch of nurses, and I know very few that enjoy being called angels. Or heroes. But every one I know loves being appreciated. Loves when people 'get' what they do, and how hard it can be, and how rewarding it can be. And how it affects their private life.

There's a guy in New York with a nurse in the family. His wife. And the other day on Facebook, he wrote this tribute.

This is my wife Jessica having dinner after a 14 hour day. She comes home from work, has enough time to eat and get ready for bed and it's back to work the next day for another shift.

She is up early to get ready for her day. She doesn't like to be bothered in the morning and I respect that. She showers, throws her hair up, grabs her lunch gives the dog and me a kiss and heads out the door.

At work she takes care of people who are having the worst days of their lives. Strokes, Car accidents, motorcycle accidents, falls, breaks, brain damage and more. She takes care of mothers, fathers, sisters, brothers, friends and families. It doesn't matter who you are or what happened. She will take care of you. She works through lunch and rarely has time to sit.

She comes home after 14 hours, takes off her shoes that have walked through blood and tears, and just wants to sit down. I don't ask her about her day because She doesn't like to talk about work when she is home and that's fine.

If she does want to talk, I will listen. Sometimes she comes home happy and sometime she comes home sad. But no matter how she feels, she is always on time for her next shift.

I love her with all my heart. My wife is my hero. My wife is a Stroke Nurse.

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A photo went along with the post, but he's locked down his page and I respect that they didn't realize how people would share their pictures without permission. So I'm not including the picture. But you can easily imagine, or maybe have even seen it in your own life. The person you love, needing time to decompress. Eating, quietly. ,Their shoulders slowly relaxing, as if the day's stress and worries are finally being released and compartmentalized for storage.

I say storage because I also know no one in the medical profession that lets them go entirely. That says goodbye to memories and feelings and worries and stresses. They're there, but for a while they can be stored, ready for a surprise visit.