This morning, I may have discovered a profession. I always dwell on the things I can’t do, and it gets pretty depressing. I see, finally, that it’s what you can do that matters and not what you can’t.
It took some time, but I doctored a stack of children’s books until they were perfect. (That is the furthest I will ever get in the medical field) For those of you who aren’t aware, children can do a lot of damage to even the smallest things. I am pretty sure it is beyond the comprehension of most adults, why they feel the need to destroy, but you take what you get.
Most people stare at my small library of books in sheer wonder. I know, why would anyone in their right mind have books, if they were destined to become a pile of ruins? Read the rest of this entry