L'shanah Tovah
Friday was a pretty moving day.
I spent most of it with my mother running errands. In the morning I had to run to the hospital for clinicals/solo-orientation, droping off my mom at the gym. We're going to be having clinicals on the floor (5S Oncology)I work n so that's going to be pretty exciting to be on a different level on that floor (for those not Steve-savy, I work as an extern on the floor). After the gym we had to drop by the synagogue to drop off a tithe, but in the process we ended up at my old grade school librarian's house because my mom wanted to buy her blue glass mason jars from the turn of the century. Unfortunately we had to pass because the jars could not be pressure canned, and will pretty much explode, leaving a nasty mess. But she has one of the neatest houses on the block with a swank garden to boot.
Prior to this day, we went to Rosh Hashana services. At the end of the service Rabbi announced that a member of the congregation passed away. Oddly enough it was a name I was very familiar with. I asked my mom about them and needless to say I knew them. That is because he was a patient of mine on my floor. Such a kind man and the wife is such a sweetheart. I think I talked to them the most whenever I was working, just talking about nothing. Anyways they were going to hold minyan (evening prayer service) at their house. My mom and I came in through the door and the wife's eyes just lit up and she was on the brink of crying, because she never connected my mom with me. She was so glad to see me, she was even telling everyone: "Stephen was one of the nurses taking care of Chuck." or "He would help out Chuck, whenever I was already fast asleep."
It made me feel happy.
I think I'm in the right place.
I spent most of it with my mother running errands. In the morning I had to run to the hospital for clinicals/solo-orientation, droping off my mom at the gym. We're going to be having clinicals on the floor (5S Oncology)I work n so that's going to be pretty exciting to be on a different level on that floor (for those not Steve-savy, I work as an extern on the floor). After the gym we had to drop by the synagogue to drop off a tithe, but in the process we ended up at my old grade school librarian's house because my mom wanted to buy her blue glass mason jars from the turn of the century. Unfortunately we had to pass because the jars could not be pressure canned, and will pretty much explode, leaving a nasty mess. But she has one of the neatest houses on the block with a swank garden to boot.
Prior to this day, we went to Rosh Hashana services. At the end of the service Rabbi announced that a member of the congregation passed away. Oddly enough it was a name I was very familiar with. I asked my mom about them and needless to say I knew them. That is because he was a patient of mine on my floor. Such a kind man and the wife is such a sweetheart. I think I talked to them the most whenever I was working, just talking about nothing. Anyways they were going to hold minyan (evening prayer service) at their house. My mom and I came in through the door and the wife's eyes just lit up and she was on the brink of crying, because she never connected my mom with me. She was so glad to see me, she was even telling everyone: "Stephen was one of the nurses taking care of Chuck." or "He would help out Chuck, whenever I was already fast asleep."
It made me feel happy.
I think I'm in the right place.