My father had a heart attack, and I rushed to the hospital at 2 a.m. They wouldn’t let me into the ICU, but hours later, a kind nurse let me see him. She was gentle, reassuring me he’d pull through, and her compassion stayed with me. Months later, my father called, urging me to turn on the news.
Turns out that nurse had been stealing from patients’ belongings during her shifts. She was caught on camera and arrested for theft. I felt betrayed—her kindness had seemed so genuine, but it was all a facade. It’s hard to trust again after realizing the person who comforted me was living a double life.
