A guest post by Judith Lissauer Cromwell As Covid-19 continues to ravage the planet, The World Health Organization’s naming of 2020 as The Year of the Nurse to honor the two hundredth anniversary of Florence Nightingale’s birth is singularly apt. Most people have heard of Nightingale. Not all know why. Born (May 12, 1820) into wealth and privilege, brought up in the cream of English society, a precocious, mischievous child longed to be useful — to nurse the indigent sick. “My daydreams were all of hospitals”; teen-aged Florence “visited them whenever I could.”[i] But before satisfying her thirst for “a profession, a trade, a necessary occupation, something to fill &…