1/16/12
Here's the amazing thing about doing a hard job-I see miracles on a daily basis. For example, when I was helping to re-access a 3 year old's port (in English, shove a needle into a rubber thing in this kid's chest to have access to a vein directly to his heart) his mom was singing this song, and he was laughing like crazy! Miracle. The miracles are hardly ever the ones that are so frequently prayed for. In fact, some days anyone being cured seems impossible, but sometimes a song to make a kid laugh is enough. I occasionally get to rub the hair of a kid who hasn't needed to be hospitalized in months or even years. Miracle. After months and months and months, I get to be the one to tell a kid they're discharged home for good. Miracle. Medicine syringes turn into water guns and get kids out of bed. Miracle. Anyway, as much as I kick and scream and cry over my job, I am grateful to witness tiny miracles.
I'm thankful...
1. for perspective. I know what tragedy is, I know what strength is, and I know that life is valuable.
2. for ice cream. It may increase my cholesterol, but it makes life better.
3. for the content sigh of chubby cheeked babies in my arms. I may not want one of my own, but they sure are fun to hold.
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