If
I were noble enough to work, as a nurse, treating people with Ebola in
Sierra Leone , I would accept , as part of my job, to have the numerous
immunization shots in order to travel there, without indignation.
If I were noble enough to work, as a nurse, treating people with Ebola, I
would sign all the legal papers that Doctors without Borders would have
me sign , accepting the risks, and responsibilities, without
indignation.
If I were noble enough to work, as a nurse, treating people with Ebola, I would suit up, as required, in my "Hazmat suit".
I would obey rigorous decontamination procedures everyday, without indignation.
If I were noble enough to work, as a nurse, treating people with Ebola, I
would understand that any virus can mutate and change it's mode of
transference because science can explain only what it knows, so far.
If I were a nurse, noble enough to treat people with Ebola, I would
understand that twenty one days of quarantine would be all part of the
process described above, and accept it without indignation.
If I were a nurse, noble enough to do all these things, and I was clear
of Ebola after my quarantine, I would be amazed how fast 21 days passed
by and feel blessed I wasn't ill and that I didn't expose my loved
ones or anyone else.
Nobility is often paired with obligation, it is a big weight to fully absorb and has no room for indignation.
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Friday, October 31, 2014
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