A Coming Home
Last night with Rudy, I connected to another human being. I want more of that. I want to learn about people, help them with their troubles.
I watched this movie-- Patch Adams-- a looonggg time ago, and I didn't finish it. the only part I remember, is where Patch is entertaining the kids in the cancer unit. I cried. hard.
I watched the rest of the movie tonight, (cheers to Shauna and Kory!) and I realized that that scene is what comes to mind every time I think of what I really want to be doing with this itty bitty certification in the medical field.
A medical assistant is basically the bottom of the food chain. (ok second to bottom. sorry CNA's) But if I'm not changing lives in some huge way, at least maybe I'll be changing feelings or moods or attitudes. I'll be doing my part to make a scared kid feel a little bit better. and that's all I want. to make a difference, somewhere. no matter how small. That's what I'll be doing with life. That's what we should all do. we're here to help each other.
All of life is a coming home. Salesmen, secretaries, coal miners, beekeepers, sword swallowers, all of us. All the restless hearts of the world, all trying to find a way home. It's hard to describe what I felt like then. Picture yourself walking for days in the driving snow; you don't even know you're walking in circles. The heaviness of your legs in the drifts, your shouts disappearing into the wind. How small you can feel, and how far away home can be. Home. The dictionary defines it as both a place of origin and a goal or destination. And the storm? The storm was all in my mind. Or as the poet Dante put it: In the middle of the journey of my life, I found myself in a dark wood, for I had lost the right path. Eventually I would find the right path, but in the most unlikely place.