I’ve been a nurse for six years, and despite the long shifts and aching feet, I love it—it’s the one place where I feel valued. But today brought me face-to-face with someone from my past: Robby Langston, the guy who made my life hell in school. He was the one who gave me cruel nicknames and made me dread every day.
Now, here he was, sitting in front of me in the ER, needing my help. I did my job, keeping my emotions in check, even when he apologized for his past behavior. It was a shock, but I didn’t know if I was ready to forgive him yet.
After some checks, I found out his injury was more serious than expected. When I prepped him for a cast, he apologized again, but I kept it simple: “Take care of that wrist.” I walked away feeling proud—no revenge needed. I had moved on.