Anything Is Possible


Maria Burrows
Room 209
The rain splattered against my car windshield as I grumpily drove to work. I hated my job, working as a nurse?s aide in a New York hospital. I worked in the children?s section of the hospital. Every day more kids arrived, which meant I had to change more hospital beds and clean up more messes. This was not my idea of fun. The only reason I had taken the job as a nurse?s aide was to make enough money to live in New York City. However, I was thankful that this job would only last two more weeks. Last week my dream had finally come true. I was offered a job in a chorus line of an off Broadway production. Soon I would follow my childhood dream of becoming a Broadway dancer and leave this boring hospital job behind.
After parking my car, I tromped through the puddles and into the building. When I hung up my soaking wet hat and coat, I had no idea this day would change my life. As I began to gather up my cleaning supplies to begin my daily routine, I saw one of my co-workers near by.
"Are there any new arrivals?" I asked.
"As a matter of fact, there are two new kids. They?ll be moving into Room 209." she replied. "You?d better change their bed sheets quickly."
I hurried up to Room 209. Every new patient required fresh bed sheets and a clean room. It was my job to make sure they had them. I came in contact with patients quite often because I was always cleaning their rooms. However, I knew it was not a good idea to become attached to any of the kids. Co-workers had informed me that they had become fond of a child, only to have their hearts broken when the child didn?t survive. I had been careful not to make the same mistake. I did my job and didn?t think much about the sick kids.
Just as I finished cleaning the room, two young girls entered in wheel chairs. They were both pale and sick. One was a small girl with a look of exhaustion on her face. Her name was Patty. The other girl looked like she was about eleven years old and had pretty brown eyes. When she saw me, she asked me what my name was.
"Catherine," I replied.
"My name is Angela," she said.
A huge smile flashed across her small, petite face. I instantly liked this little girl. Angela and I talked for a half hour after her arrival. She told me about her two brothers, her mom and dad. She also said she had two friendly dogs and one persnickety cat. She couldn?t wait until she could return home. I finally left the room to allow her and her room mate to sleep. As I was closing the door to their room, I looked up and saw Dr. Mahoney looking into their room.
"Hello, Dr. Mahoney. What is wrong with those two girls?" I asked.
"They both have cancer," he replied. "Both of their conditions are quite serious. I?m especially concerned about Patty because she?s so down in the dumps."
Over the next two weeks, I visited both Patty and Angela. Sometimes I listened as Angela told Patty funny stories. Other times I watched as Angela simply gave Patty the attention and love she needed when she felt alone and scared. I read both of them stories and brought them surprises, like candy and magazines. One day I curiously peeked into Room 209 and heard Angela talking to Patty.
She whispered, "No matter how badly you feel, you can?t give up. Never giving up is what has gotten me this far. You?re a really good friend and I don?t want to lose you, Patty." After hearing those words, I wondered where Angela found so much strength. It amazed me that she could be so brave and hopeful. Most kids would be overwhelmed by such a serious illness and would give up hope. This wasn?t true about Angela. She was not only cheerful and optimistic herself, but she also managed to encourage her roommate, Patty.
As the weeks dwindled down to just a few days before I was scheduled to leave for my new job, I found myself feeling sad to leave the two girls behind.