I’m almost certain that the only thing I’ve really learned from working here is how generally lonely people are. A young woman came down from her unit at 1:30 in the morning, handed me a cup of coffee, sat and talked with me about aspirations and dreams for roughly 30 minutes. About half way through my cup of coarse ground french roast, she began to weep. Frankly, I’m not the best person to have around when things start to get emotional but I felt the least I could do is offer some tissues and a shoulder. When she finished she looked me in the eyes, gave an apologetic nod, fumbled for her keys, stood up, and walked back to the muffled chirp of the elevators. Perhaps she was drunk or just ended a particularly significant relationship but regardless, I sat and watched as this woman slowly collapsed into tears. Strikingly humbling albeit jarringly strange instances like these simply reiterate the fact that companionship, no matter what form, is an important piece of life. A fact that I seem to take for granted. I think I’m going to try to change that. It’s a strange realization to come about at 2:40 in the morning but a important one nonetheless. Meh, it’s a new day and I have to go on my rounds.