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Ok first i will say it is late and I am forcing myself to write; reminds me of when I was a kid and had to practice piano when I wanted to go outside and play. I just want to go to bed now. But I jotted down an experience that I had yesteday and before I forget I guess I should get it down on paper. I was at work the other day mechanically going about my job, as I usually do, when I called in a patient that I recognized. I immediateyly knew the face and she was smiling at me. I remembered that we had talked and had real converstations in the past. She told me that she was so glad when she saw me because she was so nervous about her eyes. That made me feel good that perhaps I do serve a purpose on this earth.