Yesterday, I went to see my doctor for my annual physical. When I arrived, a kind woman at the front desk greeted me with a smile, helped me check in, and made sure I had everything ready. I immediately felt welcome. Before seeing my doctor, a medical technician checked my blood pressure, took my pulse, and prepared me for the appointment. She was caring and gracious, which helped me feel comfortable. My doctor then listened to me, asked questions, and remained engaged throughout my physical. I am grateful for the care each person provided. When I checked out, I thanked the woman at the front desk for how well she had cared for me. She smiled, but when I told her she was a caregiver, she hesitated. “No, I’m not a caregiver,” she said. “I’m not a nurse. I’m just the receptionist.” I told her, “Yes, you are a caregiver. You care for people when they walk through the door. You help them feel comfortable and ready for their appointments.” Care begins before we enter the examination room. It can begin with a smile, a warm welcome, and someone who helps us feel that we belong. She may not carry the title of caregiver, but I hope she now recognizes the Mighty Caregiver within herself. Caregiver Question: Who helps you feel cared for even though caregiver is not part of their job title? Keep on Caring, Jeremy