It’s
a peculiar occupation, to say the least
We
confront impatience and greed
We
discern between fact and fiction
We
rise early, stay up late
Bite
our tongue on a daily basis
Like
the ten lepers, healed
Yet,
only one returned to give thanks
We
give money by the multiplied thousands
Yet
most the time, without a thanks
The
endless calls
The
ever-changing protocols
Too
many claims that won’t die
Too
few PAs that won’t lie
It’s
peculiar, unique, exhausting and exhilarating
Sure,
there’s the nine that walk away without a thanks…
But,
there’s that one, that goes out of their way
To
let you know, you made their day
When
you close your eyes at the end of the day
Or
the end of your life
All
the thanks we’ll ever need, will come
When
we hear these words, “Well done.”
