Round Here.....

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Step out the front door like a ghost into the fog where no one notices the contrast of white on white.
And in between the moon and you the angels get a better view of the crumbling difference between wrong and right.
I walk in the air between the rain, through myself and back again. Where? I don't know.
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Every day a challenge is faced in some way. Yesterday my professional challenge came down to a simple question.....what would I do, if it was me, or my family....
I try to practice with this in mind, always. However, yesterday hurt.
A man on a date with his wife was shot by someone who recognized him from his work. He works for the California Department of Corrections. He was not carrying his weapon off duty and was shot in the back and left in the street to die. He comes to me now in a wheelchair, a paraplegic, blessed to be alive, but struggling to cope.
Even as I type this....I hurt. I hurt for him, his family, his children, those who hear his story and those who are at risk whether they are at work or not.
I stepped "off" of the roller coaster of the evaluation with him only to hear that a dear patient of mine who had a rare spinal cord stroke had a second stroke, this time in his brain......needless to say I won't be seeing he and his wife for a while.....
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Sometimes I envy those who can leave work at work. I think every patient like those above takes a little piece of you as a therapist and vice versa....however, if I DID leave work at work I would not be doing myself or my patients any favors.
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I guess sometimes there is an ongoing internal struggle between right and wrong, good and bad, fair and unfair, and above all we just have to stop, breathe and figure out who WE are and control only what we can control....ourselves.