There was a woman who worked in the Enviro. Dept. of a hospital for 26 and a half years. She flawlessly fulfilled her duties and performed like a clock. All the nurses loved her for the time and attention she put into her work. As a matter of fact, she was a favorite in the maintenance dept, the lab, pharmacy, ER, cafeteria, receiving, aw heck, everybody loved her.
Somehow she was able to keep focused on her work, and avoid the common pitfalls which so few are able to do. She did not gossip, she did not pit one employee against another, she kept a clean tongue, and there was nobody, and I mean nobody who righteously could find fault with her.
Sure there were accusations which were petty and unfounded, and which all dissipated instantly when examined to the embarrassment of the accuser.
Daily and with surgical precision, she would fill soap, paper towels, dispose of linens, clean windows, bathrooms, would be quick to lend a hand to a nurse who had a blood spill, whatever it was, she tirelessly paid homage to the fact that she had a job to do.
Oh boy could this woman make a bed! This was a hospital maybe a thousand beds, and you would think she was working in the Sultan suite of Dubai, or the Regency of Hong Kong. The Royal York of Canada has seen no employee the likes of one woman known as Daisy.
She was so well-known and so good at her job that CEO’s of other companies from around the world wanted to work a shift with her to gain a morsel of her ‘touch.’ Daisy was a legend. You see, there just are not many people like her, who do a job which is above and beyond all possible expectations, and which defines the very meaning of ‘standard of excellence.’
Late for work? Never. Leave early, maybe once for a family emergency. Stay over? Always ready to lend a hand. Her work ethic was off the charts, all minutes accounted for, no wonder people wanted to see how she did it.
She thought she was nobody special, and if anybody was late, had to leave early, complained, threatened to quit, somehow someway, she nipped the situation in the bud and helped to make things right with nary an accusation. She was that good.
Daisy did in fact have a secret, but it was no secret to her, but just a way of operating that set her apart. If she spoke with you, she would leave the impression that you were of more value than her. She was a rare jewel above women, the epitome of a person full of faith and good works. .
So there she was, 2.45 pm in 4 north, fitting a sheet on bed b room 4005. Knowing who she was, (for good news travels far and fast) a visiting MD ambles into the room and says ‘Hi.’ Naturally Daisy dropped what she was doing, and with full eye attention, addressed this stranger as if he was the most important person in the world, having certainly never seen him before.
The doc looked a little spent (said he was travelling) and Daisy told him to sit a spell, and asked if he would like some water. He did. She went out to the hallway and snagged a bottled water from her cart. The MD obviously appreciated it, and said ‘well, I just wanted to say hi, because you are so revered for your work.’
Daisy said: ‘Don’t mind me, I must finish this bed, but you sir are the important one, for life or death is in your hands.’ The MD said: ‘Well, that is a common thought, but all glory goes to God. Wow, that is an unusual way of folding a sheet.’
Daisy said: ‘Oh you noticed. It’s something I picked up through the years. I triple fold this ‘right here,’ and it sits just about perfectly at all corners.’ He continued to watch her.
She picks up the pillow, dresses it with the pressed cotton case, and within a tenth of a second, puts it down, then turns it around, now adorning the meticulously made bed with the flaps pointing to the right. The MD rising says, ‘thank you for the drink, nice to meet you, but I have a question. Why did you turn the case to the right, after it was already placed on the bed facing the other direction. It looked equally fine the other way.’
Daisy said: ‘Doctor, I have been doing this many years, but I never tire of the memory and pleasure to my soul with this last act of the pillow; I think of the next patient coming to this bed, for I know the Lord sees all, and whenever I put it down, I turn it toward the east and pray for healing.’ With this, her friend disappeared, with an empty bottle sitting atop the tray.
Daisy had a scripture she put into action: ‘And whatsoever ye do in word or deed, do all in the name of the Lord Jesus, giving thanks to God and the Father by him.’
In word she was blameless. In deed, her work was stellar, but in her heart, the placing of that pillow was an act of magnificence as if she was making the bed for the Lord Himself.
There was nothing in her work that she could not do to the glory of God, whether it was the placing of a straw, the folding of a sheet, the cleaning of a floor, the rolling of a cart, or the final placing of a pillow, her vision was unto the glory of God, and the commendation by others was a simple confirmation that the word of God is living in the hearts of His own.
Carpe diem? Yep, that was Daisy, she knew more than seizing the day, she captured the moment, and more than that, her pillow was a simple testament unto One greater. The MD? You probably know this; nobody in the hospital saw him, as he came to visit a woman who was tired in body, but oh so healthy in spirit.