Please, If One Of Us Cries, Let

This Isn't A Watercolor, It's A Mural.

We Have Turned Doctors Into Gods And Worship Their Deity By Offering Up Our Bodies And Our Souls - Not To Mention Our Worldly Goods. And Yet Paradoxically, They Are The Most Vulnerable Of Human Beings. Their Suicide Rate Is Eight Times The National Average. Their Percentage Of Drug Addiction Is One Hundred Times Higher And Because They Are Painfully Aware That They Cannot Live Up To Our Expectations, Their Anguish Is Unquantifiably Intense. They Have Aptly Been Called 'wounded Healers.' " ~ Barney Livingston, M.d. (doctors, 1989)

I Was Afraid Of Being Rejected, Yes. I Was Also Afraid Of Being Accepted For The Wrong Reasons.

Her Handwriting Was Curious — Small Sharp Little Letters With No Capitals (who Did She Think She Was, E. E. Cummings?).

And Then I Did What I Had Never Done In His Presence, Much Less In His Arms. I Cried.