Standing there thinking of the years training to serve people. Even the earliest memory you have is to serve your parents. When you entered the convent learning to serve as a Nun you felt at home, but something always seem to be missing as if there was more. You spent your life serving others to find what was missing.
Then one day a few months ago you went to the veterans' hospital to serve the sick. When you saw him in bed hanging on for life that was close to leaving him you walked up to him feeling you could help with comfort and prayer.
Looking down at him seeing the battle going on for life and death you since something you can not explain. Your training said you kneel and pray for this trouble soul and try to comfort him. But you felt something inside of you not to just go though the procedures of duties. Yes you knelt at the bedside and took his hand in yours to pray, but when you began you feeling your soul pour out and hunger for life, as if praying to God saying please take my life if you would just let this Man live for I would give everything I have for him.
The next several weeks you wouldn't leave this man's side as you did everything to serve and make him comfortable. You felt yourself become weak watching strength return life to this man.