Stories of Kindness from Around the World

Seeds of Compassion, Buried but Not Gone


--by Salin A. Dahlben, posted Mar 26, 2007

Michael was 16 years old when his life changed. How much worse could it become? Mental retardation had allowed him only one great pleasure — his bicycle — and even that was taken away when he was hit by a truck while riding.

The resulting head injury caused multiple behavioral changes. Once sweet and soft-spoken, he became disruptive and violent. No community environment could manage his repeated bouts of agitation, lack of control and aggression.

I first examined Michael in the mid-1980s, when he was a 30-year-old patient in a maximum-security hospital for the criminally insane (though there were no criminal charges against him). He would stay in his room all day long for weeks on end, uncommunicative, with periods of extremely hostile behavior toward anyone who came nearby.

Psychotropic medications worked to decrease his agitation. But they blunted his emotional expression and caused restlessness, muscle stiffness and tremors, along with even more distressing side effects that he was unable to express at the time: dry mouth, blurred vision, constipation and urinary retention. Those symptoms, unknown to anyone, made his uncontrollable behavior even worse.

I moved on to another hospital, leaving Michael behind — until two years ago. Under a court order mandating the removal of noncriminal patients from prisons, he had been transferred to a difficult-to-manage unit in a state institution. From there, he went on to an intermediate-care unit. That was where we met again.

His condition did not appear to have changed. He stayed in bed for weeks, except for abrupt trips to the nursing station, where he yelled, screamed and banged his fists on the wall.

Moved to see him again, and frustrated that nothing had improved, I began an obsessive quest to help him. In search of clues, I pored over his 36 years of medical records — treatment plans, medications that worked or did not work, behavioral plans, risk reviews — and read every single note in his chart. I juggled with court-approved medications and interventions, and struggled with justifying medications not considered or not approved.

Six months ago, at age 52, well groomed and well dressed, Michael started going out to the mall and on trips, and attending meetings and programs. He underwent hernia surgery without incident, and became eager to approach anyone who paid some attention to him and had the time to talk.

About a month ago, I experienced a personal loss, the end of a long-term relationship. I was devastated, but I maintained my usual demeanor and activities, making every effort to keep my emotions from my patients. It was difficult, but I thought I was succeeding.

One morning, as I entered the ward, Michael was standing by the door. He walked over to me and pushed his right hand onto my left shoulder, forcing me to stop.

As he stared straight into my eyes, my heart started beating fast. What would he do?

Suddenly, any fear subsided, and I felt calm. For in his perplexed, piercing blue eyes, I found the most compassionate look.

“Dr. D., Dr. D., you been sad for days now,” he said. “You gonna be all right. You gonna be all right.”

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Readers Comments

Suzie wrote: Wow! You were able to use YOUR compassion to help this person learn to recognize and reach out with compassion too. This is truly a miracle. Aren't you fortunate to have been an integral part of it? Bless you!
Sab wrote: Wow. This is an amazing story - kudos for going out of your way to help this man. Your paths were evidently destined to cross.
aliennor wrote: what a miracle work of god,praise to god!
I think god had rewarded your kindness by letting the patient comfort you when you are in tough situations
BethAnn wrote: So often we discount those who are on the fringes of society and don't allow them to be a part of anything that we experience. Your story shows me that I need to allow myself to be touched by those folks---they have worth and value and sometimes much more insight than I have. Thanks for sharing such a personal experience. I was moved.
David wrote: The end of this story shows that the good and compassion in your heart is a permanent component of who we are as humans and can not be destroyed, we might stray from it for whatever the reason, but it will always be there to remind us who we are as spiritual beings. I thank God for the strength when I needed it most and now share that strength so that others can believe and live a productive life and share the same compassion with those who think they have been left behind and forgotten. I need to know I am loved and life is greatness all around me, for whithout each other, what are we? Remember you are never, ever alone and never have been. Thank you lord for shinning the light down on me and pulling me out of the darkness, Amen.
ADEMI wrote: This is huge and brother the least I can say is keep it up, believe me the lord is your strenght and He will never hold back in His many blessings in your life.
Faye wrote: Thank you for being such a wonderful and insightful patient advocate. I work in your field and know just how difficult it is to make small changes for people needing different interventions. What a nice gift you have been given in return -this young person is out in the community enjoying his quality of life. I believe quality of life is different for different situations but clearly both you and your patient are on this journey together and continue to learn about life. Nice job and refreshing to hear other medical professionals speak up.
tywa wrote: it was really a sweet story i had to shed tears. love is all that matters. it can heal all things you know. thanks for sharing this beautiful piece
Shiv wrote: What a wonderful work of God
Ginny wrote: That was one of the most moving storys that I have ever hard.

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