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My name is Cory. I am a mom, a wife, a NaNa, and a critical care nurse that lives in Nashville, TN. I have found my calling in ER/Trauma/ICU. Each day I find myself experiencing life changing events and hope that by reading my posts, you will experience and feel some of what I do. If you read nothing else, please take time to read "The Hardest Question Ever Asked". It's my very first posting. And if for some reason you think you see your story don't. It's not about you or anyone you know. =)


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Thursday, June 15, 2006


It was an ordinary Tuesday and I was on my way to San Felix as I did every Tuesday to volunteer at one of Mother Teresa's many homes, this one for children. Little did I know what was about to happen or the impact that it would have on me one day. As we (me and Debbie) walked up the sidewalk, out walks a few of the Sisters of Charity and Mother Teresa. We were introduced, Mother gave us Saint Charms to "keep us safe for the good works we were doing" and everyone went on their way. I'm not Catholic and didn't really realize the impact of what had just happened. I volunteered there because it made me feel good and I had no work Visa so I didn't want to just sit around the pool all day. (That got old quick.)Over the years as I've studied about her and learned of all that she did, I've been blown away.

Although brief, that describes my meeting with Mother Teresa. Although I can only wish that I had a tiny portion of her goodness, I have to say I agree with her when she says: "If life is not spent loving others, then life is not worth living."

CoryTraumaRN posted today at 10:44 AM

Mother Teresa died on 5 September 1997.
Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight......... and your point is?
Apparently illyr jom didn't read your previous posts that told your stories of living in Venezuela from 1991 - 1994. Oh well. No worries. You did a lot of good I'm sure. Keep writing.
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