Love Means Not Ever Having To Say

Something May Have Been Lost In Translation, But It Certainly Wasn't Love

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

The Pain Of Not Knowing What To Do Was Exceeded Only By That Of Knowing What I Had Done.

There Was A Brief Silence. I Think I Heard Snow Falling.

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)