I asked Jackie a lot of questions. I asked if she became close to her patients. She said, "Some I do, especially if I have become their close friends and they tell me things they wouldn't tell anyone else. I've found it harder for the patient's family to accept what's happening. In most cases, the dying person has accepted the truth." I asked her how she could do this work for so long. She said, "I have taken care of 3,000people over 37years. I consider dying to be a very important part of life. I feel good because I can make these people's journey easier." Jackie was the mother I have never had. My own mother, Helen, was taken away from me right after I was born. I never knew her. And I had a strange relationship with my father. He was a Sunday father. Since my sister and I lived in foster homes, he came to visit only on Sundays.                                 But at the hospice , nurse Jackie gave me hope, love and encouragement. She listened to all my stories, and I listened to hers. It was a comfort. The nurses had told my family that death was coming near. As time went on, I became the star patient at the hospice, because I didn't go according to plans. My kidneys started working again and could function without dialysis . It was a mystery to my doctors. My friends said It was a  _ . But I knew what actually cured me. The employees showed me off to other patients and being the ham I was, I enjoyed. we can learn from the passage that_.
Jackie worked in the hospice as a volunteer. the author's mother left him when he was two the author was the youngest child in his family the author didn't like being the hospice poster boy