A Tribute to Ernie
I was sitting in a seclusion room, my world broken in pieces. I had cracked up just before going into battle. I knew where I was—Saint Elizabeths Hospital—the end of the line. This Chaplain came to visit me. We talked for a while about what had happened, my family, my faith—and suddenly for the firs...
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| Format: | Electronic Article |
| Language: | English |
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[publisher not identified]
1977
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| In: |
The Journal of pastoral care
Year: 1977, Volume: 31, Issue: 3, Pages: 145-149 |
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Presumably Free Access Volltext (lizenzpflichtig) |
| Parallel Edition: | Non-electronic
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| Summary: | I was sitting in a seclusion room, my world broken in pieces. I had cracked up just before going into battle. I knew where I was—Saint Elizabeths Hospital—the end of the line. This Chaplain came to visit me. We talked for a while about what had happened, my family, my faith—and suddenly for the first time I began to cry. Then he did a remarkable thing. He held out his arms and embraced me tightly as I sobbed maybe for fifteen minutes. I don't remember much of what he said, but I will never forget him. They called him Chaplain Ernie Bruder. |
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| Contains: | Enthalten in: The Journal of pastoral care
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| Persistent identifiers: | DOI: 10.1177/002234097703100301 |