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  • Writer's pictureClarke Wallace

It’s Bastille Day in France, 14 July 1789 – Fête Nationale -- when its irate citizens stormed the Bastille military fortress and prison represented by royal authority. In other words, the French Revolution.


Today the French would normally celebrate with the largest military parade in Europe - with fireworks and fire station balls included – up the Champs Elysees to the Arc de Triomphe and down the other side to the Place de Concorde.

This year, because of the coronavirus pandemic, it was confined to a smaller celebration at Concorde. Where, in 1793, the irate citizens of France beheaded King Louis XV1.


The last time we witnessed a wild French celebration there was several years ago when Rosanne and I planted ourselves up against the barred barrier for the final, agonizing stretch of the Tour de France cycling race.


It ended with riders flying up the Champs-Elysees around the Arc de Triomphe and back down to the Place de la Concorde. The excitement of one matched the excitement of the other.

  • Writer's pictureClarke Wallace

NOTE: I was working on my weekly column/blog when Rosanne suggested I read a post sent to her by a nursing friend. She was heading into the hospital for a 12-hour shift. Had posted what's below on starting her 12-hour day shift. I found it poignant, thoughtful, straight from the heart, giving us a feeling of what being a nurse means to them, despite the pandemic that affects us all.

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I love my job but....sometimes it SUCKS! Today I started my shift by being greeted by my crying colleagues and a poor mother who had just been told her 10 year old had died!

As I watch her cry and scream then wander the halls like a Zombie, I am reminded just how precious life is and how much we all take for granted everyday! As nurses we deal with death and dying on a daily basis but nothing can prepare you for a loss like this.

I know that my fellow colleagues did everything within their power to save that child but I also know that everyone of them will go home thinking they could of done more, they will go home and cry, they will replay the events in their heads over and over again!

But I also know that they will all get up and come back to work tomorrow, because we are nurses! And Nursing is a passionate profession, a profession that you go into because you love what you do!

So no matter whatever heartbreak it brings, how tired we are, how much we have to give up to be a nurse, there is nothing we would rather do. And tomorrow we will be there doing it all over again! My job sucks but... I love it even on the terrible days.


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