You'd know that you are doing a fine job if your confused and uncooperative patient/client tells you that you look good after a quite gruesome rounds, well, just maybe. *A wink from the right, and then from the left eye.*

As I was sitting on the bleachers near the Richmond (VA) racetrack as a spectator this weekend, I thought about three possible reasons race fanatics love to watch NASCAR: (1) Of course, the roaring sound of excitement as the cars start racing as well as the nail biting kind felt as the cars fight for those top points; (2) the humor of sitting with reliable titanic earphones on while exercising the neck and eye muscles for the whole 200 laps period, trying to keep up with the speeding vehicles, and (3) (lightheartedly) the pleasure of being cooled [or rather, blown] -by the wind created by the race- for free.

Maybe we care because we are afraid of the responsibility/guilt, the kind that makes us feel bad when anything unfortunate or unbearable happened to someone because we did not do the right thing, especially when we were capable or supposed to be able to do something about it. Do we really care about the next person or simply ourselves?


-Not in a bitter tone- Just a thought

It is a Different World

A dialogue between the Mercy series lead, nurse Veronica, and a client who just woke up from a 10-year comatose, Bill:

Bill: [Where are] the towers?

Nurse Veronica: There was this terrorist group that flew high jacked planes into the towers and they fell. Three thousand people died, September 11th, 2001. There has been a war going on ever since. I went there. It was… I wish I could’ve slept through that like you did. Anyway, the whole country freaked out; People were scared in a whole new way. It’s a different world.

[Life like] Change is fast and unpredictable, isn't it?

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