My first nursing job was at a Nursing Residence for nuns. I so enjoyed this job and it was a great stepping stone to more things to come. Yet the reason I liked this position so much was the company in which I got to spend time with. The nuns were gracious knowledgable women, and I enjoyed hearing their wisdom.
There was this one nun who was one hundred and one years old. She was a tiny women and still very independent. One day she asked me a question, and I recall our conversation so well. She asked me, “Honey, what religion are you?”. In response, I told her that I was brought up Catholic, but switched later in life to another religion. She went on to tell me her thoughts on my answer. “Oh, that’s OK Honey. It really doesn’t matter what religion you are. All that matters is…
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