I generally write about political strife or something that just ticks me off socially. Today, I am relating a story that is close to my heart.
I just came through a medical ordeal that scared me and made me think of those less fortunate. Some of us don’t have family or friends willing to fill the gaps of despair that illness causes. I know someone who fills that role daily, my friend, Margaret Washington. To her friends, family and husband she is just “Tisha.”
Tisha was born and raised in the Philadelphia area, attended local schools and loved her Mom. Things got a little tough when her Mom died, Tisha was twelve. The woman who made her tough minded, street-wise but compassionate to friends and family was gone. She was now a young girl clinging to the love of siblings and family, ready to transform into a confident and accomplished woman. She is the mother of three and grandmother of eight. Recently she was awarded the BAYADA (Home Health Care) Divisional Heroes award for delivering to the sick and elderly, the same compassionate and emotional care she received as a child. No better teacher than a mother’s love.
I have known Tisha for several years and with her husband Vonnie, they have beaten setbacks, bad breaks and some self-inflicted emotional wounds, to become a great example of persevering under trying circumstances. Okay its corny, but love conquers all.
On Friday, October 21st, dressed in a flowing chiffon peach formal pantsuit with her husband nattily attired by her side, my friend Tisha was the recipient of more than just an award. She was also receiving the gratitude of the sick men and women in the Wilmington, Delaware area, where she serves up daily missions of mercy. She has spent fourteen years in pursuit of smiles. The smile you get when your patient hears your friendly footsteps; the broad smile that comes from a soft touch letting them know, everything will be alright. Tisha has lent comfort to Alzheimer’s patients, the infirmed and frankly the dying. All those who hold onto the sparks of hope she brings with her kind heart and professional care. For the past 14 years, she has been an asset to her co-workers, a literal life saver to her patients and a devoted friend and companion to her children, grandchildren and husband.
I asked her recently, “if you were to die tomorrow and you could have people remember one thing about you, what would it be? She paused, made the usual self-deprecating joke and said, “that people remember I was loving, caring and compassionate.” My friend has been a hero to all who know her. I am willing to bet, if you ask her patients she is their hero too.