Love is more than an emotion or a physical need. It's a touch or a word of encouragement and loyalty. Love is companionship and laughter. The freedom to share beauty and sorrow the need for two souls to understand each other to be gentle yet strong.
A relationship is like a rose, How long it lasts, no one knows; Love can erase an awful past, Love can be yours, you'll see at last; To feel that love, it makes you sigh; To have it leave, you'd rather die; You hope you've found that special rose, Cause you love and care for the one you chose.
I love thunderstorms. The hiss of the wind. The boom of the thunder. The lightning that lights up the sky. Why? Because of the chaos. Because sometimes in this boring scheduled life, this waiting-for-Friday-Night life that we all lead, we just need the world to remind us that not everything is routine. Sometimes, nature can't handle the pressure, that even the sky has to explode.
It was approximately 8.30 a.m. on a busy morning when an elderly gentleman in his eighties arrived to have stitches removed from his thumb. He stated that he was in a hurry as he had an appointment at 9.00 a.m. I took his vital signs and had him take a seat. I knew it would take more than an hour before someone would to able to attend to him. I saw him check his watch anxiously for the time and decided to evaluate his wound since I was not busy with another patient. On examination, the wound was well healed.... Read more »