This has been an awesome week. I've observed multiple classes, giving me the opportunity to observe almost all the other instructors at the school. Each has a different teaching style, but all are effective with their students. It's amazing, really. For, instance, it had never occurred to me that someone could make the subject of medical billing
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Life is so dynamic, it's always changing; we're never allowed to *stop*--no laurel resting! But on the other hand, we're never trapped forever with our bad situations or our bad ways, either. We're always able to change and adjust and try again and try new.
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Life is so dynamic, it's always changing; we're never allowed to *stop*--no laurel resting! But on the other hand, we're never trapped forever with our bad situations or our bad ways, either. We're always able to change and adjust and try again and try new.
Yes! We do keep learning and growing, and that can be tiring, but it's also a source of hope and renewal. Redemption, not in some other life, but in this one, is possible.
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Wow, memories....
Now there is a person I wish I had been more supportive of. I was always friendly but distant... she even moved out to this area, as I recall. I wonder where she and her son and daughter are now. I wonder if she got divorced or stayed married....
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Now there is a person I wish I had been more supportive of.
My, do I understand that!
When my children were small and we lived way out in the country in Virginia, our next door neighbors had a child with a condition in which the bones are incredibly brittle. I met the father, but he discouraged me from ever visiting the home, and especially from bringing my boys with me, for fear that we might accidentally hurt his little girl. I'm not sure I ever even met his wife and I really wish I'd found a way to offer her support, even if it wasn't by visiting. We could have spoken on the phone, or even found a way to let the children interact while also keeping them physically separate. By the time Ian was five, he could have read stories to the girl, and he would have loved to do so.
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