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| I think I am. I wandered onto my old CousCous blog. Found an entry that was written right before I graduated from PT school in 2004. It seems so long ago. but it was interesting to see what I was thinking as I was ending my 3 years in St. Louis. How easily we forget...
3 years
When I graduate in May, I'll be finishing 3 years of PT school.
Thus, finishing my 3 year sentence in St. Louis. (ha!) And sadly my 3
years at Grace Pres. And I was thinking about this, 3 years can seem
really short - when not studying for all those exams and doing all
those assignments. And again I think about how sad it can be that a-lot
of the out of undergrad singles at Grace are in a "transitional" period
of there lives and we sometimes refer to grace as a "transitional"
church. I know I've used the "Well, I'm only here for 3 years" excuse a
couple times. And I know I'm not the only one.
3 years can feel like a really short time. Especially compared to
all other periods of my life. And I remember thinking, what can I do in
3 years? I thought, serving wise at church, I'll go low key.
Don't want to get myself in too deep with only 3 years here. And hey,
I'll put off church membership, because I'll only be here 3 years. I'm
the kinda person who would like to be at a churcn for years and years
without having to change.
And then the other day it hit me. What if Jesus said to God at the
beginning of His ministry, "But Father, I only have 3 years? That's so
short, what can be done?" 3 years. Sometimes it would come up at
church, too bad Jesus's ministry was only 3 years. It was so short
relatively. But wow, when you think of what he did do in those 3 years.
Those 3 years of one man's life has changed and touched my life, more
than anyone I know. Those 3 years brought life into a world that faced
death from it's sins. His ministry was (and is) so influential it has
even impacted those who don't believe in him.
So now I ask myself "What CAN I do in 3 years?"
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| Yesterday, a patient asked me what dialect I spoke. Now granted, I was a little frustrated at this point from yelling on the top of my lungs for the whole appointment, yet trying not to sound mad (I tend to sound mad when I speak intentionally loud). Yet he still couldn't hear me thought I could hear my voice echoing down the hallways.
I said "excuse me? Dialect?...Midwestern?" (Ok, I know what he was getting at, but still...)
He: "yeah, Chinese...Mandarin?"
Me: "Um, I'm not Chinese..."
He: "oh! I'm sorry, then what are you?"
Me: "American...(But he's kinda deaf so I say next) Korean
He: "OH! oops! I'm sorry if I offended! At least I didn't say Japanese, that would have been offensive."
Me: (Internally !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!WHAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!). "Actually, that was offensive. I didn't like the assumption, but wasn't offended..." (annoyed yes)
I can't remember what else I said, because I was so upset with that last comment I remembered and how people think they're connecting with you by making assumptions about your background and asking questions that don't apply!
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| I love PBS for a variety of reasons...that I'll save you from reading. But here's an interesting story that will be featured on Frontline on Tuesday night 6/24.
Here's a link to the Tribune's story on it:
Jesus in China
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| How I love this!
Slowing down.
I often lament at work how in Europe there's a shorter work week, more vacay time...In some countries, it's like the whole country is on holiday, men even get maternity leave (and it doesn't come out of paid time off), women get a longer leave...England gets tea time, Spain gets siesta....
I think we need to reinstitute recess.
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| haha! I'm from Lake County, IN...I wonder if my parents voted.
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