You can choose to live your life with the joy of the front row or solemness of the third row. The choice is yours. That's me in the front row with my joy. Those are my coworkers in the third row. Every day is a struggle to keep them from killing my joy.
It was a busy morning, about when an elderly gentleman in his arrived at the hospital to have stitches removed from his thumb. He said he was in a hurry as he had an appointment at am. The nurse took his vital signs and.