One job may change my life.
Click. Click. Click. Click.
My pen clicks back into its safe plastic shell.
I am jealous.
How easy it would be to live this life in a shell.
In danger of pain?
We are protected.
In danger of suffering?
We are safe.
As a human race we have weak defenses against this.
Where is our plastic shell?
Where is our protection?
How do you look someone in the eye after seeing a tumor?
How do you tell them to have a great day when you know it may one of their last?
I feel powerless.
I resent the human body for being weak.
I am angered there is nothing I can do.
I am tired of seeing the problem and watching them walk away.
So I click my pen.
Click. Click. Click. Cli…
I refuse this reality of life.
There are options.
In absence of knowledge, I have only hope.
With knowlege, I have power.
I can be the shelter for the sick.
I can change my life.
I can be a nurse.