be gentle, its my first time

So here I am, being pulled kicking and screaming into the 21st century. I never kept a diary, nor did I keep a journal (male version I think) but as I grow older, and hopefully wiser, it may be a therapeutic mechanism for me and something to leave for my children.

My job is to manage the trauma program at a large Level one trauma center (the place you don't want to go to, but the place you need to be if something befalls you). That said, the power of this job is in the simple way it keeps you humble. Every day, we see people that through no fault of their own become injured, some severely at the hands of others. While it can be depressing, it can also be uplifting. Seeing these individuals fight to regain the simplest everyday things is amazing!

When you see someone awake from a coma, take a first step, or speak to their parents for the first time after a devastating injury can lift you up and give you the motivation to push on. Now don't go all soft on me thinking this is some spiritual journey, or search for absolution, but is a place to reflect and recharge what too often becomes the daily drag.

So please, dear readers, come back and take the journey with me and maybe we will all learn something about ourselves on the way.