That video is heartbreaking. I am going to send it to my Mom.

I talked to my her the other night for three hours. She was diving home, from her new traveling nurse job. We got passed the point, where she ran out of things to complain about work. This takes about an hour and a half.

After that we start talking about politics, and a miracle happens.

"So what is going on with all these refugees? I don't understand it."

This was my chance, I couldn't blow it. I try to break down the situation, in a way that she can follow. This is not my strong suit, but she is used to it, and listens until I get to the 1970's.

She tells me a few antecedents of cultures clashing in the ER, and the school where she was a nurse. I listen, in return.

She asks me to bring in the book I mentioned, Confessions of an Economic Hitman by John Perkins, to her second job that afternoon. She is bored, and lonely for her dogs, at her hotel room. She wants to read some books, before she starts her Nurse Practitioners program. I set up the rapid ereader Spritz on her phone.

She thinks of herself very differently, than when we used to clash about politics, growing up. She does science everyday, trying to help figure out what is wrong with people. She respects what I have to say, because I respect her now.

I never thought we would see eye to eye. I tried, and it worked for once. She is very professional at work, but more empathy, and understanding could help her patients through the toughest times.