Passing the Baton

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I remember my teenage son coming into my home office one afternoon. I was working on a piece of software and what caught my eye is he sat down in the only other chair in the room. This rarely ever happened, teenagers being teenagers, so I stopped what I was doing and turned my wheelchair to face him.

“I’m thinking about joining the army,” he said. Continue reading

Bless the Children

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I remember years ago, while working in Pediatric Intensive Care (PICU), I was told I had a patient to see in bed 5. Part of assessing his needs involved checking his history in his chart. While reading through, I discovered that the boy was chronologically fifteen years old, but emotionally and intellectually he was at the 12 month old level. Continue reading