“This post is my raised glass to the third shift faithful, the round-the-clock warriors, the on-call, ever-ready, what’s-a-day-off few who stand in the gap while others sleep and sip eggnog around the fire.
“Here’s to the men and women around the world doing mighty, heroic, compassionate, sacrificial things that no one sees or knows.
“Spouses holding and calming disoriented husbands or wives who awake with panic because of Alzheimer’s or who wrestle with pain from chronic illnesses.
“Moms and dads praying late into the night over sleeping children, straying children, or sick children – battling for them on a celestial plane, bathed in the glow of night lights, listening to hospital monitors, or watching for headlights in the driveway.
“Caregivers and first responders in a myriad of circumstances . . .”
. . . and on it goes, line after line of beautifully poetic prose. I’m not much into all the red and green hoho of Christmas, but I have to admit, sometimes the season just brings out the best in us.
This post I found is certainly an example of that.
And always timely, no matter the season.
You have to go there and read the rest of this. You will not be sorry!
Thanks, Lori, for letting me showcase this beautiful post.