So I know a guy who works for the environmental services department in a children’s hospital down in Florida. For those of you who don’t know what that is, environmental services is the department that’s responsible for cleaning the rooms and the medical instruments and so on.
This guy—who’s in his 50s—has been doing this job for several years now, but even just after a few months working there when he first started, he quickly developed a reputation in the hospital.
Saw a post today on plastic surgery, and it reminded me of some thoughts I’ve had recently about the topic.
Korean women and men who have undergone plastic surgery have become the butt of many jokes. We’ve all seen articles detailing the statistics, or the before/after pictures, or row after row of images of almost identical Korean pageant models, or the family with the attractive parents who have the not-so-attractive children. We chuckle incredulously, and we comment, “Why would anyone do that to themselves? Why can’t they just love themselves for who they are? It’s what’s on the inside that matters.”
As is often the irony, we who make such comments do not practice what we preach. Not even close. Every single one of us has ignored or treated Continue reading
ME: [Bugging my eyes out and staring at Peyton while she eats her popsicle.]
PEYTON: Daddy, why are looking at me like that? [Bugs her eyes out and stares back.]
ME: [Keeps staring.]
PEYTON: You’re giving me a nightmare.
After Peyton’s second tooth fell out yesterday, the wife said to her, “When I was younger, the tooth fairy only gave me one dollar after my first tooth—the first tooth is special.” P inquired, “Did you write her a note?” The wife responded, “No.” Then P says, “That’s because you didn’t write her a note! I’m going to write her a note.”
This is the note she wrote:
As you can imagine, we had no idea how to attain these items in the real world, so thinking of a response that wouldn’t upset Peyton was a little Continue reading
Over the summer in 2003, I served as one of the chaplains at Overlook Medical Center in Summit, NJ. I actually didn’t choose to do this voluntarily—one unit of Clinical Pastoral Education (CPE) is required for pastoral candidates to get ordained in my denomination. But despite it being forced upon me, I was looking forward to it. Among my friends, every pastor who completed the CPE requirement told me it would be life-changing. And, indeed, it was. Continue reading