“Thanks For Taking Care Of Me” – True inspirational story

In some situations in life ,when someone takes care of you and cares about you it can mean the world. Nothing is more valuable when you know that someone thinks you good and helps you go through the hardships of life.

The principal of an elementary school Dr. Perry often dropped in to the health clinic next doors to lend a hand with the kids parading in and out of the clinic throughout the day.


One morning Dr. Perry was putting a Band-Aid on a little girl’s scraped knee. She had a blond hair and she was shivering in her sleeveless blouse. Dr. Perry found her a warm sweatshirt and helped her pull it on. The girl hugged her and whispered : “Thanks for taking care of me,”

It wasn’t long after Dr. Perry found out that she had breast cancer, an aggressively spreading kind. She wondered whether to tell the students about the diagnosis… the word cancer seemed too frightening to say it out loud.

When it became evident that the children were going to find out one way or another, she decided to tell them herself. It wasn’t easy to get the words out, but the empathy and concern she saw in their faces as she explained it to them told her that she had made the right decision. When she gave them a chance to ask questions, they mostly wanted to know how they could help. She told them that what she would like best would be their letters, pictures and prayers.

She stood by the gym door as the children solemnly filed out. The little blonde friend darted out of line and threw herself into her arms. Then she stepped back to look up into her face. “Don’t be afraid, Dr. Perry,” she said earnestly, “I know you’ll be back because now it’s our turn to take care of you.”

No one could have ever done a better job. The kids sent her off to her first chemotherapy session with a hilarious book of nausea remedies that they had written. A video of every class in the school singing get-well songs accompanied her to the next chemotherapy appointment. By the third visit, the nurses were waiting at the door to find out what she would bring next. It was a delicate music box that played “I Will Always Love You.”

When she went at the hospital for a bone marrow transplant, every wall of the room she stayed in was covered with letters, pictures. The children even traced their hands onto colored paper, cut them out and glued them together to make a freestanding rainbow of helping hands. The nurses joked that they felt like they walked into Disneyland.

“What healing comfort I found in being surrounded by these tokens of their caring.”

At long last Dr. Perry was well enough to return to work. As she headed up the road to the school, she was suddenly overcome by doubts. “What if the kids have forgotten all about me? What if they don’t want a skinny bald principal?

“Welcome Back, Dr. Perry,” a huge poster was displayed in front of her.As she drew closer, everywhere she looked were pink ribbons – ribbons in the windows, tied on the doorknobs, even up in the trees. The children and staff wore pink ribbons, too.

Her blonde buddy was first in line to greet her. “You’re back, Dr. Perry, you’re back!” she called. “See, I told you we’d take care of you!” As she hugged her tight, in the back of her mind she faintly heard her music box playing… “I will always love you.”

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