In March of 2020 as the pandemic began to take over our attention and our hospital, a small group of physical and occupational therapists at Jackson Memorial, myself included, volunteered to work with our Covid positive patients. Not much was known at the time, there was fear aplenty in our unit, but I felt that it was the right thing to do, that our profession had a place in the healing process. I’ve been working there ever since. Everyday is a unique challenge; both physically from our suits and gear, and emotionally as we are witness to both tragedies and miracles. Our profession is not included in the ongoing “salutes to healthcare workers,” we aren’t the oft mentioned doctors and nurses whom people seem to think are the only disciplines working in hospitals. This is not to mitigate the wondrous work and leadership they provide but if I have a hope and a wish, it is that the contributions of all the other diverse disciplines from therapy to housekeeping who toil the same long hours in the Covid units receive recognition as well. It can be a lonely and arduous job, there’s not that many of us physical and occupational therapists on our Covid unit. However, I wouldn’t trade it. It can be as momentous as a patient taking their first steps toward home, or as simple as charging a phone so that someone may connect to a loved one, or making someone smile through their oxygen mask. To be able to bring a small ray of light into the isolated Covid patient’s light is something I don’t wish to give up.