Topic of Nurse's Day Speech: Chasing Dreams
Angel Heart
An angel without wings
Body of the soul
Who is the cutest person and so on.
Contents of the speech on Nurses' Day 1. What do you think of when you hear this topic? Is it Qiong Yao's? The curtain of dreams? , or Martin Luther King's? Yes, Martin Luther King had a dream that black children could eat at the same table as white children. To stop appearing on the bus? Only white seats, no black seats? ; In order to fight for equal rights with whites
State. I also have a dream, a dream small enough for me to pursue life tirelessly.
I clearly remember that one night when 13 years old, my poor niece finally came to the end of her life because of cancer. The bedside is surrounded by heartbroken parents. When she looked around with that kind of unwilling and helpless eyes, she said simply, I'm so scared. Do I really want to live? At that moment, we completely collapsed. How painful it is! At this time, the nurse standing by held her hand, leaned down and said softly, Aunt is with you, and we love you forever? . The niece glared at her and slowly closed her eyes, but her hand was still tightly wrapped around the nurse's hand. She walked peacefully that night. From the hands they still hold, I can clearly see that something is passing, which is a kind of love, a kind of love different from my parents, and a kind of selfless love! In a flash, my soul was shocked. It has become my childhood dream to pass on the transmitter of sex forever.
When I volunteered for the college entrance examination, I chose the nursing major without hesitation, and then I was lucky enough to enter Taizhou Hospital. Here, I took the baton from my predecessors and began the transmission of love. Therefore, smiling became my signal to convey love, smiling to greet every patient with anxiety, and smiling to send away every patient who was cured and discharged from hospital; So, every tiny movement has become a process of my love, and I greet you kindly? How are you? Gently cover the patients with scattered quilts when patrolling the ward; Thus, a patient's thank you or a grateful look becomes the return of love.
People often ask me, are you tired of being a nurse? Tired! After a night shift, you almost feel weak and see stars, and you can't stand it; Busy? Busy! When you spin like a top for 7 hours, we are still busy writing the shift in the office and sorting out the work; Is it complicated? Trivial! You must regret repeating the same prescription, injection, medicine distribution, shift record and so on every day, right? Then, I want to say that I have no regrets, because I know the weight of this dovetail hat on my head. How many people wear it through the long night, through the days and nights of fighting the disease, and through the innocent girlhood. And I've been using it to chase my dreams! Yes, chasing dreams is very hard, and my journey has just begun; Yes, it is always difficult to have sex, and it is even harder to have sex forever; Yes, I chose a hard road, but I am happier because of my efforts. I'm glad to see the patient's groans disappear little by little under my care; I am glad to see that the patient's pain has been eliminated because of my care; I'm happier to see the patient recover and leave the hospital! I didn't expect to gain so much happiness just by paying a little love. If the patient passes this little love to 100,000 people, it will be a never-ending relay race, and what kind of love-making project it will be!
It is said that May is our festival, so the flowers in May are particularly fragrant and the sunshine in May is particularly bright. Look, isn't the flickering flame on the burning candle jumping for us? Look, aren't the birds chirping on the branches singing for us? Look, Nightingale, who came back from the battlefield in Romila, is smiling and waving to us! Lovely May, what can I do for you? Just icing on the cake for you with our love!
Content 2: Your light footsteps walk through the silent corridor.
Your gentle voice echoed in the white ward.
You explained the connotation of occupation with a simple and holy image.
You played an immortal movement with the lowest footnotes.
Looking back on 2003, who can forget? Let life shine sacred and youth shine on the battlefield? ; Who can forget this storm?
Vows in the rain, that touching scene; Who can forget that when SARS struck, it was our nurses who walked in front of death wrapped in heavy protective clothing and faced a calm life. A kind of holiness, a kind of sustenance, lingers vaguely in the dream. The eyes of the lantern goddess made the bright starry sky in May. The shining of stars, the call of an era, tick-tock, tick-tock, that's a wish in our heart, that's a confession in our heart. Everyone is wonderful, and every effort has comfortable comfort. Angels are our sacred appellation, and white clothes are our simple connotation.
White dreams are like glittering and translucent snow. In the outpatient clinic, we smile brightly, give you guidance, solve your doubts, and exchange your comfortable smile; In the emergency room, we race against time in exchange for the continuation of life and the change of fate.
Pink is a kind of warmth and a soft wish. In the delivery room, we struggled in the birthplace of life, quietly waiting for the arrival of new life, and every loud cry was mixed with our excitement and shared the warmth of the family. In pediatrics, we patrol and take care of every young patient, adding clothes and quilts, and caring by nature: don't catch cold for young patients at night. In gynecology, it is in the world of female patients that we carefully teach and deeply comfort, and jointly build up a kind of confidence: let's not let men be women, let alone the test of disease!
Blue is a profound and elegant connotation. In this solemn atmosphere, we wait at the bedside, take good care of it, sincerely pray for it, and strive to achieve the purpose of saving lives; In the surgical ward, the pain of trauma and operation can be seen everywhere. We hurry, trust our life, trust our integrity, and eliminate the traces of pain with our care.
Green is a symbol of life and simplicity and harmony. In the wilderness of the forest, the grass is green, the breeze is blowing, and the voice rustles. We visited the internal medicine ward, patiently nursing, and let the yuan leaf of life reproduce new green.
Burn our blood, dedicate our youth and resist the torture of diseases. We have no complaints and no regrets. Perhaps, our status, remuneration and contribution are out of proportion, but we accept the pressure of society, stick to our posts, cooperate wholeheartedly with doctors and appease patients' uneasy hearts. In this stage where there is no applause, no applause, only life and death struggle, the traces of years have climbed up the face, and the wind and frost have stained the head all the way, still silently sowing the seeds of love.