Janet is our youngest daughter.
She lives close to us.
She has 2 sons named Kal and Gage.
 But Kal was supposed to be a girl.
 Even the day he was born the doctor said she would have a girl.
 She took girl clothes to the hospital.
Did not even have any boy clothes.
 I had to go out and buy Kal some clothes to wear home from the hospital.

Janet is a registered nurse who can take
care of us in our old age which is getting closer every day.
 

When the Lord made Nurses, He was into his sixth day of overtime
when an angel appeared and said, You're doing a lot of fiddling
around on this one.

And the Lord said. Have you read the specs on this order? A
nurse has to be able to help an injured person, breathe life
into a dying person, and give comfort to a family that has lost
their only child and not wrinkle their uniform.

They have to be able to lift 3 times their own weight, work 12
to 16 hours straight without missing a detail, console a
grieving mother as they are doing CPR on a baby they know will
never breath again. They have to be in top mental condition at all times, running
on too-little sleep, black coffee and half-eaten meals. And they
have to have six pairs of hands.

The angel shook her head slowly and said, Six pairs of hands...no way.
It's not the hands that are causing me problems. said the
Lord,  It's the two pairs of eyes a nurse has to have. That's
on the standard model?  asked the angel.

The Lord nodded. One pair that does quick glances while making
note of any physical changes, And another pair of eyes that can
look reassuringly at a bleeding patient and say, You'll be all
right ma'am when they know it isn't so.

Lord, said the angel rest and work on this tomorrow,
 I can't said the Lord,
I already have a model that can talk to a 250 pound grieving
family member whose child has been hit by a drunk driver...who,
by the way, is laying in the next room uninjured, and feed a
family of five on a nurse's paycheck.

The angel circled the model of the nurse very slowly, Can it
think? she asked.

You bet, said the Lord. It can tell you the symptoms of 100
illnesses, recite drug calculations in it's sleep, incubate,
defibrillate, medicate, and continue CPR nonstop until help
arrives...and still it keeps it's sense of humor.

This nurse also has phenomenal personal control. They can deal
with a mult-victim trauma, coax a frightened elderly person to
unlock their door, comfort a murder victim's family, and then
read in the daily paper how nurses are insensitive and uncaring
and are only doing a job.

Finally, the angel bent over and ran her finger across the cheek
of the nurse. There's a leak she pronounced. I told you that
you were trying to put too much into this model.

That's not a leak said the Lord, It's a tear.

What's the tear for? asked the angel.

It's for bottled-up emotions, for patients they've tried in
vain to save, for commitment to that hope that they will make a
difference in a person's chance to survive, for life.

You're a genius, said the angel.

The Lord looked somber. I didn't put it there He said.

below is picture of Janet's boys July 2009

created by Anniebel for Janet updated 1-24-06