The Guy in the Laundry Van.

He drove on the sidewalk.

Photo by Parastoo Maleki on Unsplash

When I was 18 years old, I started my nursing career as a student nurse at a local hospital in South Africa.

My mother worked as a domestic servant for a doctor & his family. She had a room in the servant's quarters & I visited her after my shift ended at 3 p.m. She cooked good food. I was not too fond of the nurses' dining hall meals.

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Retired Nurse Practitioner WHC /Contract Provider Deployment Military Services. US Citizen. Immigrant from South Africa 1978.

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Freda Savahl

Freda Savahl

Retired Nurse Practitioner WHC /Contract Provider Deployment Military Services. US Citizen. Immigrant from South Africa 1978.

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