Today I received perhaps some of the best gifts.
First, know that I passed the exam that gives me a title that does not mean nothing, but supports me to keep doing what I do best: taking care of people.
Now, when you hang up the damn thing on the wall, it is only a symbol that I arrived just as I have gone every moment that I felt proud to fight for the things we think and work ethic beliefs, that although hate work in general terms, I still hold to the certainty that it is a form of exchange, sometimes just sometimes less, but an exchange and learning in order to accounts, which treat people well involves developing humanity, for people in health and disease binomial not feel only patients (with area code and number). This is the essential engine of growth and contributes to the routine does not catch you in their networks. Now, I am a health professional to date, and the remaining time I have for years been a person convinced that the healing phenomenon would not be possible without a multifactorial approach and above all psychological.
On the other hand, precisely because of these things, I received a note and a gift from someone who is not. The note was written chrism at Christmas and had a beautiful message:
"... then you came and hugged me honest. I felt around with a huge and selfless love ... much closer than others pretending to understand "
So today I woke up on sensitive and has remained so.
After all the adventures of these days, I have an empty wallet, a great shirt and open pores. Now I have a lot of intrigue about the plans and people. About Myself and a mountain to climb without a harness. On the poems about feelings. On being plane and victor or vanquished. On having a heart rescued on overrun or provide each sip. On the infinite drunken eyes. About heartbeat quick on the dream slowly.
pain is on the knob who once turned it leads to another hallway. I have
yellow arms to get to every corner of my body blows and sometimes love.
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