
As we were sitting on the steps of my friends porch a man with the longest beard I have ever seen approached us. He asked for a glass of water and said that he was having chest pain. He appeared to be homeless and missing a few screws as many homeless are. Being that I am a future nurse I asked him about his chest pain and all the other health questions you would expect for this. This opened a flood gate of conversation. My friends quickly disappeared inside, not willing to bother listening to the crazy man on the street. I on the other hand spent the next 45 minutes conversing with the man. He was not entirely homeless. He was an ex-vet in Utah receiving treatment at the V.A. hospital for heart problems. He told me that instead of only taking one of his pills he took four because it was better. Being that I just did a clinical rotation at the V.A. I was a bit more intrigued to help the man. He told me he lived off $15 a week. That's incredible cause I probably spend that in a day. He rambled on about things I did not understand, but it didn't matter because I believe just talking to someone made a world of difference. I talked to him about his medication and how it was important to take it as prescribed. He read me my horoscope and then thanked me for my time and skipped on his way. My friends think I'm crazy for spending the time to talk with him. Maybe I am, but I find it interesting to talk to a complete stranger about their life and how they ended up where they are today. Ex-vets are especially good for stories and are appreciative to those that are willing to take the time to listen. You never know why someone is the way they are. It doesn't hurt to take the time to lend an ear every once in awhile, even if you can't understand what they are saying.