Today, hundreds, thousands, to write a number on the fly, of people will travel in search of the warmth of childhood, the light of the family, the flavor of this youth. These are the days, those that come, when memories weave coats to fight the cold … with a smile, although tears escape through the covering thinking of the little battles of those who have already left for another sky. The smell that comes from the usual coffee maker is a window to optimism, there is life beyond the capsule. Some are leaving and others will come with luggage which will head in the opposite direction within a few days.
But in this movement, there are those who will see the star which announces the Good News passing fleetingly behind frozen crystals on both sides. This year it was like that, there is no lottery capable of escaping the trance of facing Christmas Eve in a hospital room. Light only invites happiness in those rooms where the good news screams, cries and sucks. A child was also born here.
But the feeling that blossoms like the silver paper that runs through every crib is the opposite of that which shines with a birth. Some feel the heaviness of the almanac of days falling on their legs and any movement is a first-class pass. Others feel despair in the face of hope that takes time to arrive. There are those who, in the blink of an eye, saw their health derailed or who asked the kings of the East for the rapid arrival of the analysis which should tip the scales. But they all have something in common, those who embrace happiness and those who lose sight of the horizon will today be visited by the shepherds in blue. You will also find them in green, or in white… Today, like yesterday and like tomorrow, health workers will knock on the door of each room, floor by floor, with the most beautiful of their smiles, hiding the grimace of pain, to offer, as they did more than two millennia ago in a portal in Bethlehem, warmth, through a gesture of affection, comfort or empathy. A simple hug that helps loosen the bonds. Eliminating the black sheep from each profession, the shepherds in blue, from the first to the last in the ranks, put on their uniforms, aware that that day they will once again deal with people, patient with their setbacks, their trials and their anxieties.
We all have a story behind us when we set foot in a hospital. And on this journey, we seek knowing eyes in the face of adversity, a calm voice and a clear mind to decide based on knowledge. The wealth of health care in Seville is little written about under the fluorescent light. Thank you, Shepherds in Blue, for doing everything in your power to save lives, physically and metaphorically.
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