One...

Is it getting better
Or do you feel the same
Will it make it easier on you now
You got someone to blame
You say...
One love
One life
When it's one need
In the night
One love
We get to share it
Leaves you baby if you
Don't care for it
Did I disappoint you
Or leave a bad taste in your mouth
You act like you never had love
And you want me to go without
Well it's...
Too late
Tonight
To drag the past out into the light
We're one, but we're not the same
We get to
Carry each other
Carry each other
One...
Have you come here for forgiveness
Have you come to raise the dead
Have you come here to play Jesus
To the lepers in your head
Did I ask too much
More than a lot
You gave me nothing
Now it's all I got
We're one
But we're not the same
Well we
Hurt each other
Then we do it again
You say
Love is a temple
Love a higher law
Love is a temple
Love the higher law
You ask me to enter
But then you make me crawl
And I can't be holding on
To what you got
When all you got is hurt
One love
One blood
One life
You got to do what you should
One life
With each other
Sisters
Brothers
One life
But we're not the same
We get to
Carry each other
Carry each other
One...life
One

Choices...

I recieved this today in my e-mail, and it made me reflect...


John is the kind of guy you love to hate. He is always in a good mood and always has something positive to say. When someone would ask him how he was doing, he would reply, "If I were any better, I would be twins!"


He was a natural motivator.

If an employee was having a bad day, John was there telling the employee how to look on the positive side of the situation.


Seeing this style really made me curious, so one day I went up and asked him, "I don't get it!

You can't be a positive person all of the time. How do you do it?"

He replied, "Each morning I wake up and say to myself, you have two choices today. You can choose to be in a good mood or ... you can choose to be in a bad mood.


I choose to be in a good mood."

Each time something bad happens, I can choose to be a victim or...I can choose to learn from it. I choose to learn from it.


Every time someone comes to me complaining, I can choose to accept their complaining or... I can point out the positive side of life. I choose the positive side of life.


"Yeah, right, it's not that easy," I protested.

"Yes, it is," he said. "Life is all about choices. When you cut away all the junk, every situation is a choice. You choose how you react to situations. You choose how people affect your mood.


You choose to be in a good mood or bad mood. The bottom line: It's your choice how you live your life."

I reflected on what he said. Soon hereafter, I left the Tower Industry to start my own business. We lost touch, but I often thought about him when I made a choice about life instead of reacting to it.


Several years later, I heard that he was involved in a serious accident, falling some 60 feet from a communications tower.


After 18 hours of surgery and weeks of intensive care, he was released from the hospital with rods placed in his back.

I saw him about six months after the accident.

When I asked him how he was, he replied, "If I were any better, I'd be twins...Wanna see my scars?"

I declined to see his wounds, but I did ask him what had gone through his mind as the accident took place.

"The first thing that went through my mind was the well-being of my soon-to-be born daughter," he replied. "Then, as I lay on the ground, I remembered that I had two choices: I could choose to live or...I could choose to die. I chose to live."


"Weren't you scared? Did you lose consciousness?" I asked.

He continued, "..the paramedics were great.

They kept telling me I was going to be fine. But when they wheeled me into the ER and I saw the expressions on the faces of the doctors and nurses, I got really scared. In their eyes, I read 'he's a dead man'. I knew I needed to take action."


"What did you do?" I asked.

"Well, there was a big burly nurse shouting questions at me," said John. "She asked if I was allergic to anything. 'Yes, I replied.' The doctors and nurses stopped working as they waited for my reply. I took a deep breath and yelled, 'Gravity'."


Over their laughter, I told them, "I am choosing to live. Operate on me as if I am alive, not dead."

He lived, thanks to the skill of his doctors, but also because of his amazing attitude... I learned from him that every day we have the choice to live fully.


Attitude, after all, is everything.

Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own." Matthew 6:34.


After all today is the tomorrow you worried about yesterday.

Thanks...

To all who have shown support for me. I've made it through the past few days, with very few problems. "Emma" is still slipping in and out. My heart is breaking, but I realize that it's part of her illness. This is something you have to accept when you're in the healthcare field, especially mental health. I'm taking things day by day, that's all I can do.

It's been quite some time since Bobby and I have been able to really sit down and talk. He's been going through so much- work, his mother, internal demons. My best friend, so close, yet, so distant. I worry about him constantly, yet- there's something else I can't change. There's no use in dwelling on something I cannot change. He knows I'm always here for him, and will be, no matter what.

I got out tonight for the first time in awhile. I went to a bar with Susan and Maria. It had been quite awhile since we've enjoyed a girl's night out. After a few drinks, and some light-hearted stories, I felt much better about things. I didn't realize just how therapeutic socialization can be. Being a hermit is good on occasion, but nothing replaces the quality time spent with friends.

Dealing With Life...

It's a must. The cards we're dealt, aren't always the cards we'd like to be holding. Take for example the people I deal with on a daily basis. They didn't ask to be born or become sick. They didn't choose to slowly drift off into their own little alternate reality, where those whom they love, no longer know them.

I know Bobby has been concerned for his mother, and more so now than ever. She hasn't been doing well, and I can't figure out why? It's literally, as if her medications have stopped working. She's taken a complete 180, in less than a month. I've been "talked to" by the head nurse twice. I was informed that "I'm too close to the situation, and perhaps it would be best if I were assigned a new wing".

Bullshit. Yes, "Emma", is precious to me, as is her son, but that's not the point here. Bobby and I, whatever we were, are, or will ever be, that's not the point. The point is, I have a job to do, regardless of whom it is, they deserve the best care, and I am the best. Perhaps that's vain of me, but it's true. I provide the best care possible, and I'm not going to stop because someone happens to be dear to my heart. I treat EVERY patient the same. I take the cards life deals, regardless of where they're played.