Title says it all. Trying to bring some positivity to this place during the holiday season. Here's my "something good": Took care of a guy for chest pain two months or so back. I threw the book out the window when it comes to talking to him about chest pain and such. HEART score = admit! Talked man-to-man. Gritty to gritty. The admins would have freaked if they recorded the conversation. Admitted. Didn't hear from him for awhile. Two days ago, charge nurse says to me: "Hey, /b/ - there's a guy up front that says he wants to thank you. I dunno. Looks kinda rough. You want security?" "Nah." It's chest pain guy. "Doc. You saved my life. You gave it to me straight; not like some dickhead in a white coat who dun know nothin' about life. I wuldn'a listened to nobody, but I listened to you." Guy hands me a package. "You mentioned you was [sic] a Pittsburgh Pirates fan. Here you go. Merry Christmas. C'mere and give me a hug." Guy gives me a giant hug. I'm 5'6'', 155 pounds. This gorilla crushed me with love, then leaves me with a box in my hand in the lobby. I wasn't upset. I walked back into the triage. Both nurses look at me confusedly. I opened the box. There were three replica Pittsburgh Pirates World Series Rings. One for each series win. Very handsome settings. Very handsome box. Wow. Wow. I read the patient care notes. "Patient taken to cath lab. Stents deployed all over the place. No way should this 48 year old male have this much coronary disease." Merry. Christmas.