I have learnt some of the biggest
lessons in my life by being in the company of selfless people. One such name
that has always rekindled hopes, even in the state of uncontrolled inner
turbulence, in me is Sister Mercy Mathews. She is, without a second thought
ever, matron of Khetarpal Hospital and one of the best persons that stepped in
the realms of my life ever. I am yet to see a more disciplined individual than
her. She has never turned a minute late for her duties in past 15 years.
Most of my old patients know her,
and take pride in the fact of knowing her, for they believe to have been looked
after by the most angelic personality ever. Sister Mercy remains imperturbable,
and glowing even in the face of prevalent chaos and mounting work load. She,
possibly, is alien to the concept of any other vocal tone except to that of
utter compassion and care. Many a times, patients’ relatives, in a frenzied
state, tend to speak harsh, but that hasn’t came across her way of displaying
the most beatific and saintly spirits.
I have seen her fighting some of
the callous battles of life alone with undeterred belief in the power of hope
and belief; needless to say she has been able to overcome every possible
atrocity that crossed her life. I make it a point to appoint the newly joined
staff nurses under her supervision so that they may take a slice of life and
attempt to reinvent themselves. I have never had a patient complaining directly
about her, and the list of patients who genuinely express eloquent words for her
selfless nature, compassionate attitude and kind gestures seem to be on a
constant uphill.
