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When we finally had a patient, he welcomed me with open arms. He invited me to sit down and it was obvious that he was eager to speak. I told him that I did not wish to hear him now but would return the next day with my students. I was not sensitive enough to appreciate his communications. It was so hard to get one patient, I had to share him with my students. Little did I realize then that when such a patient says “Please sit down now,” tomorrow may be too late. When we revisited him the next day, he was lying back in his pillow, too weak to speak. He made a meager attempt to lift his arm and whispered “Thank you for trying”—he died less than an hour later and kept to himself what he wanted to share with us and what we so desperately wanted to learn.
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Elisabeth Kübler-Ross (On Death and Dying: What the Dying Have to Teach Doctors, Nurses, Clergy and Their Own Families)
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slept on the priest’s floor last night. We got very drunk.” “You and the padre got smashed? What was the occasion?” “Clergy Appreciation Day.” “That’s a thing?” “Apparently so. Got drunk with a priest last night. Broke a televangelist’s wrist this morning. My new favorite holiday.
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Tiffany Reisz (The King (The Original Sinners, #6))