Conversation with phlebotomist this morning:
"So, how did you get into this line of work?"
"Oh, I always wanted to draw blood!"
"Yes, it's what I always wanted to do. I guess that sounds kind of weird."
"It sounds very weird."
"Well, when I was little I was sick a lot, and it seemed that no one knew how to do their jobs very well. So I decided that I wanted to do one of those jobs and do it very well so that people weren't hurt."
Fifteen or so little vials later . . .
"You did well! I'm so glad that you were able to turn the bad things from your childhood into something good for others."
"Oh, it wasn't so bad. Well, actually, yes. Yes, a lot of bad things happened."
"Thank you so much for what you learned from them."
I am actually learning how to get along with double vision. The human brain's capacity to compensate is astounding. I can't type with both eyes open, but I can look at you from a small distance and figure out which one is really you and which one is the extra.
Maybe I 'll be able to drive eventually. Not yet. Gregarious Son took me to Target yesterday and people kept appearing out of nowhere. I have no peripheral vision. Imagine if they were cars. Well, no - don't.
This deserves a post of its own: I discovered an amazing website yesterday. The art ~ incredible. If you like to pray with art, may I suggest spending some time with these paintings this week? There's an accompanying liturgy, too, if you are more comfortable with words.
It's interesting, isn't it ~ how much you see when you think you can't?