What is a hippie?

For those that can read and had comments for me on Facebook, good for you! To answer your questions, yes I was a legal licensed nurse...do I give a damm about most people? Not really, the poor, the innocent ones, and the people without education or means to survive is who I care about. Was I a hippie? Well that depends on your definition of a hippie. I come from the midwest and the city that had the first HARLEY DAVIDSON SHOP in the USA. I jumped on choppers with real bikers, not wanna be bikers. It was the 70s, and I went to hospitals with my white uniforms and white shoes riding on the back of a chopper. I do not believe the men and women I bathed and fed, and yes, even gave bedpans to and cleaned human waste did not care how I got to work. I am sure they were glad to have someone who cared and did not judge them, nor was I judged as today's society does. For those who commented on my blog, you do not have to read it...and for the people who think I do not have insurance, or that I was never even a nurse, well go fuck yourself!
I have the best medical insurance you can have. I started to write to vent and maybe someone can get a little advice for free.. No I am not a DR or trying to be anything other than someone who wants to help someone in need, the only way I can anymore! I can not work any more due to a work-related injury that ended my career, not by choice! I was only 16 when I started in the nursing homes, probably too young, yet determined to be a nurse. I saw death 3 days after I first started and have held the hands of many people as the died alone in the nursing homes.. Maybe I should have quit and not dealt with death & dying everyday, but I always felt GOD had given me a gift... and I know the gift of mercy only comes from GOD! Yeah I do swear, my grammar isn't perfect, but then who are you to judge me? There is only one man I answer to and that is God!
For the man who is terminal my prayers are with you, and I know you would rather work than be in the pain and agony that you are in. I am glad you find relief from smoking pot.Oh and to the smart ass who said give me a joint....go fuck yourself! I hope that someone will show you pity or mercy if you ever need it.
One walks many roads, and with that being said, my roads took me to places people only dream of. People who touched my lives and I in turn helped them through the worst part of their lives. BUT no one as much as MISTER K...RIP I still mourn him and it has been 9 years. Yes he was my patient for 9 years, but he was also my best friend. He was paralyzed from professional racing and broke his neck at 185 miles at a race track in cali in 1986. I came to be his nurse in 1991 and took care of him until his dying day! He was like my child, I bathed him, shaved him, dressed him, transferred to bed, to wc, fed him, cried with him, and also laughed with him and was at his side to the end. He knew me and all my secrets as I knew his. Out of my 30 year career, this was the best 9 years of my career! His front yard was the atlantic ocean and every morning I watched the sun come up and every night I saw the stars looking down on the water.
I must go my heart feels heavy.......