Most of you will think I've gone mad in my old age....but, once again, I want to share that I desperately love my job! I love that I'm learning, every day. I love the level of maturity of most those I work with. I love their views on life (and death) and I love the newness of the people, routine and even the space. That said, I still continue to struggle with the immaturity of some, the lack of respect from others and the simple fact that people hurt. As I reflect on my days here, I realize that I am given a gift each day. I find hope in what can happen here. I see joy in diagnoses'. I see peace in the elderly-no matter what their circumstances-and wild zeal for life, and a desperation to express life, in the young. I am in a position that allows me to be a fly on the wall and a sword being wielded. Although I prefer being the sword, I am learning to appreciate being the fly. It is clear "Be still and know that I am." I do, Lord, I am, too.
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