March 30th was National Doctors Day.
Today, a lovely square vase of red carnations was placed upon my desk (sent by some well-meaning someone who works for the hospital that currently contracts my services as a Locum Tenens).
When I saw them, I began to cry. As I told a friend, they might as well have been a box of ashes . . . representative of what coming "home" to Asheboro did to every dream I ever had.
I closed my office door and gave into the feeling for five minutes. Then I dried my eyes, patted my face with a cool towel and went back to work.
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