Short ones. Tall ones. Fat and thin, male and female, black and white and Asian, straight and gay, young and old, competent and incompetent. Representatives from at least two dozen countries and every continent except Antarctica. A diverse group, to say the least, of nurses and caregivers has paraded through my life and the house the past three years. As with everything else in life, only the last counts in nursing care. When you are dependent on a nurse, you don’t care if the person is green with three heads. You only care that they are competent. None of the rest makes one whit of difference. At least, it doesn’t to me.