And what a wonderful it is. The bluest of blue skies greeting me encircling the face of my bedside angel, ready to give me that medicine she knows I need at six o'clock am. Her voice gently wakes me from a medium stupor as I try to understand my surroundings, but she gives me time to familiarize with the environment. Soon, sleep will overtake me again, and that, too, is wonderful, but I pause, thinking of those that passed the doors that I've just passed - overwhelming.
How many had such a supportive team? I really do not think the care was differently administered. I have come to beleve that it comes from attitude. What attitude you carry into a given set of circumstances in large determine a whole set of new factors, and on and on. These attitudes are products of our growing up - the normal life experiences we'd hoped we had shared. I hope that a brief discussion of thee failure that may follow will help clarify. Sleep on the one hand, joker's to my right, here I am stuck in the middle with you - I think light dawns. Until next time.
