Author: Edwin

The Critical Importance of Teaching Wisdom

What are the most important things we can teach our kids? These days there are a lot of possible answers. Obviously, STEM skills (science, technology, engineering, mathematics) often lead to lucrative, stable careers; they seem to be tickets to ‘the good life,’ or so we’re taught. Languages are helpful. You can’t go wrong with basic computer programming skills. But in a world where people seem increasingly unkind, dishonest, greedy, violent and sexually immoral, we might want to reconsider an emphasis on that old standard called wisdom. Obviously, we can’t make anyone wise. Still, we can at least expose our...

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Home or Away, Christmas is Christmas

I’ve been feeling sorry for myself lately. It’s a bad habit.  But my new job is a hybrid. I’m an employee, not a locums. But I go out of town for my job, 3-4 days at a time. Afterwards I have 6 or 7 days off.  And in general, that’s awesome! However, it’s Christmas.  I love Christmas.  Maybe too much, but it’s just who I am.  And during the season, I want to be with my family as much as possible.  The past few years included a lot of locums work, during which time all I had to say was ‘I won’t work those days.’  It was magnificent.  (Even though it makes full-timers crazy when locums workers have holidays off; understandably as they get stuck with the holidays.) So I’ve been moping about, thinking sad thoughts, wishing I were home.  Playing the ever toxic, ‘what if’ game.  Wondering if I made the right career move, or should have done something different a couple of years ago.  Wondering how many more years our kids would even want to be home with us.  Blah, blah, blah.  All morose and pointless. At least, that’s what I have come to realize.  So here’s a dose of perspective.  Seeing endless flu victims, and a nonstop parade of the old, weak, dizzy and chest pain afflicted, can be frustrating.  But it’s a job. And a...

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Christmas Poem, G.K. Chesterton

Christmas Poem G.K.Chesterton There fared a mother driven forth Out of an inn to roam; In the place where she was homeless All men are at home. The crazy stable close at hand, With shaking timber and shifting sand, Grew a stronger thing to abide and stand Than the square stones of Rome. For men are homesick in their homes, And strangers under the sun, And they lay their heads in a foreign land Whenever the day is done. Here we have battle and blazing eyes, And chance and honour and high surprise, But our homes are under miraculous skies Where the yule tale was begun. A child in a foul stable, Where the beasts feed and foam; Only where He was homeless Are you and I at home; We have hands that fashion and heads that know, But our hearts we lost—how long ago! In a place no chart nor ship can show Under the sky’s dome. This world is wild as an old wife’s tale, And strange the plain things are, The earth is enough and the air is enough For our wonder and our war; But our rest is as far as the fire-drake swings And our peace is put in impossible things Where clashed and thundered unthinkable wings Round an incredible star. To an open house in the evening Home shall all men come, To...

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Joint Commission’s Coming, to town! A fun song for hospitals.

Joint Commission’s Coming to Town You’d better watch out, you better not eat! Better not drink while you’re in your seat, Joint Commission’s coming to town! They’re making some lists, More every day, It’s about safety that’s what they say, Joint Commission’s coming to town. They see you when you’re charting, or treating patient’s ills. They watch you’re every pen-stroke And they way you give those pills. You better not fuss, you better not pout, Better just face it, there’s no way out, Joint Commission’s coming to town… With lots of new forms, endless new rules, when it’s all over you’ll feel like fools, Joint Commission’s coming to town! Joint Commission’s coming, To...

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