That department is a three-storey building in a big hospital… the top floor is a special place.

There’re more than 20 members in our group, almost are girls with 4 boys only. When we came that department, the boys were assigned to work on the third floor… but they were there rarely. We’re told an unwritten rule: " Do not go to the third alone"… It made me thought of the haunted houses in old stories…

That place for patients with Aids only, that was something like a hidden and awesome place in my mind. Sometimes, the boys told us that someone died, sometimes we heard crying sound… I went there, I saw no many differences with beds, patients, and patients’ family… But it’s the only place I could see the patients who’re prisoners…

Working a part time job every night and instead of night duty, I did my duty on Saturday and Sunday’s days. Weekend’s days off, there’re only 2 nurses and 2 students worked for all patients… When we worked on third floor, I could see the patients closer… They almost were young… Two of them were prisoners, they’re youngers…

One usually sat on his bed beside window…It’s a green garden of view from the window with a big milk blosoms tree… I could see a clever face with something wildcat… He’s older than me 1 year… Sometimes I saw a man there with him… I thought that’s his father… They spoke rarely… They seemed waiting for something… I didn't know really what it could be, but I hadn’t felt fear them like before…

One lay on bed in another room, half of his body was full of injuries, his face’s too. He couldn’t move and I thought he couldn’t see. A man was always with him to sever… When we closed to him, he asked the nurse if whether she feared him… The nurse said if she’s scared, how she could do her job… And he asked me: "I’m young like you but I got Aids, do you feel sorry for me?"… I couldn’t say anything… It’s one of the hardest questions to answer… But it’s really a meaningful lesson…

Sometimes... life is so short………?!!

In my training courses at hospitals I met many people, some of them give me very strong impressions. Maybe a day I will forget them all, I don’t like that bad day so that I try to keep that. Hope it works…..

"You look prettier with smile". I heard people told that, I read this sentence somewhere and perhaps I said it sometime. However I hadn’t seen a true beautiful smile until once I worked in Pediatric Hospital.
That was the first terms I spent in hospitals and was not convenient to see some hard things there. Frequently we stepped around to take an over view of a department. At first day I went along the passageway, dropping look into the wards. The patients were children. Almost of them looked lovely even they’re ill. They made a mixed noise of crying, shouting, playing, laughing, and sleeping… It’s like the sound of water in boiling or raining. Incredibly, I didn’t feel tired with this noise at all, but a little comfort.

It might be a little shock when I went by the intensive care hall and saw a boy with a bright face. It’s due to the shape of his body. That creature looked like a compasses was wrung out of its axis. He’s lying on bed, 14 years old but all he could do is lying. It’s something too cruel from something named War. Keeping stepping I was not brave enough to enter the ward. I don’t know detail of Dioxin neither what War was. All I got is an obsession from a imagine of a victim. He’s not on TV or Internet or a pic, he’s close to me some stepped distant…

The next day, we went in the ward to get a Care plan. I wondered why he had such a nice face when his body suffered something called genetic defeats from toxic chemicals. I could see him longer but with a heavy mood. That boy was more special than I had thought. He looked at us while his mother’s answering our questions. I found some joy in his black eyes as through if he could speak he would have shared them with us. Surprisingly, he smiled when the mother said: "Smile… smile to them, son." And all of us smiled too. His smile took my bad mood away… That’s the brightest smile I’ve met, it showed me how charming we are with smile…

Thank you… thanks you, boy!

I’d never guessed that a day I would work in hospitals. Nurse is not my interesting job. I don’t know what will happen tomorrow, but with 2 years of studying Nursing Program I had met some people who gave me lessons of life.