One night, as a medical student, I was sent to clean the suppurating neck wound of a man dying of cancer. It was a terrible task, quite gruesome. He kept coughing bloody phlegm as I cleaned the wound. The phlegm got on me.
It was after midnight, and I was dead tired. I also needed to study. I was exhausted.
As I cleaned his wound, he kept apologizing to me for putting me through this. He was so miserable. I wanted so badly to help him.
After one of his apologies, I said this to him: "Let me tell you something. There is no place on earth I would rather be, and there is nothing that I would rather be doing, than this."
It was true.
I think it helped him.
In that moment I loved him as much as I have ever loved anyone--my wife, my children--anyone.
Tears come to my eyes and roll down my cheeks as I tell this, though it was many years ago.
I never saw him again.
Whoa! Heckuva physician.
How inspiring. I would guess that God filled you with His love for both of you.