Months after graduating from college, I applied for a job on the communications team at Children’s. The cover letter that accompanied my application began with:
“Hailing from outside state lines, I grew up knowing three things about Georgia: peach crops were plentiful, a white Christmas -- albeit rare -- was possible, and its capital city was home to the greatest of children's health care. With a disabled cousin two years my junior who could not travel, the summers and holidays of my youth were spent in Atlanta and often comprised of ride-alongs to his doctors’ appointments. Like a toddler's infatuation with Disney, I stood in awe of his medical staff and the hospital that housed his team. Today, the realism of adulthood has failed to cloud my adolescent zeal for Children's.”
That was 2008, and I've now had the privilege of calling Children's my workday home for seven years. As demonstrated by the personal journeys shared on this anniversary site, the inspirational stories of our patients, families and caregivers could fill a generation’s worth of newspapers.
For those of us not blessed with the minds and hands to care for kids at the bedside, it’s an honor to help tell the stories of the heroes that walk our halls wearing patient gowns, lab coats and scrubs.
To the families and staff members who give us the honor of sharing your stories: Thank you.
And to Trevor, my angel cousin, for leading me to this journey: Thank you.