Thank-full Thanksgiving

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.”