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The blue eyed boy :BCT Series XII


Hello everyone,

In the middle of my busy night shift when I was working in the pediatric emergency department, a little dynamo named 'L' brightened up everything. This five-year-old with big blue eyes brought a daily dose of joy into the routine chaos of medical tasks.

'L' and I had our own special routine. We'd chat about superheroes, give each other high-fives like we were champions, and turn taking medicine into a playful adventure. Pills became magic potions, and inhalers were dragons to be conquered. It was a couple of hours they were in ED. He said he does not like the colors initially later after lot of 'talking' he gave in. It was finally to say goodbye to the lovely family with some medicines and advice. As I glanced at him, with a quick, excited shuffle, he handed me a crumpled paper from his coloring book. On it was a drawing of a blue elephant – his masterpiece. His eyes sparkled with innocence as he scampered away, leaving me with a heart full of warmth.

We had a huge queue so I quickly dropped the art piece in my pocket and rushed to the next patient.

Later that day, I met someone who made me feel a bit down about myself. Their disapproving looks stuck with me as I left work, but when I got home and reached into my pocket, there it was – L's blue elephant drawing. It instantly lifted my spirits, reminding me of the simple joys in life.

In the midst of a challenging shift, that little boy and his cheerful elephant turned things around. His doodle became a source of comfort, teaching me that even in tough times, a small act of kindness can create a rainbow of happiness. 



 ED is a busy place. More often than not , I tend to forget appreciating little things.

So far so much

Cheers!

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