Friday's post.... Missing.

This past Friday I was honored by my peers.

I was humbled. Practitioner of the Year, Specifically Respiratory therapist of the year.

Every year the BOD, of the Oregon Society for respiratory Care, our states Professional organization that represents the 1400+ licensed RCP's has an "open call" for nominees. I have no idea who nominated me, Jen denies it, tho she did write every word of my tribute.

It is a bit weird receiving this award. They consolidate your professional life into a few moments in time. it seems surreal.

I don't know how I got through the day without tears. Those types of accolade always bring tears to my eyes. I guess it helps that Paula stumbled some through the words. It helped lighten the mood in my mind. I feared that Jen herself was going to read it, That would have brought me to tears.

It is truly to be honored for loving what you do. Loving what you were put on this earth to do. Not to be a nurse, not to be a vet or a doctor. Not to just teach those in the classroom.
I wish I could inspire more.

I have thought all weekend about this award.

Father John sent me a prayer that made me think about my fears and my future.

Life....

I have but a few moments in time left here. Here being the "key word". Here, at OHSU, here in Oregon, here n this earth.

I am changing. I need to change. I have been so blessed. Blessed with the best of friends, the best of family, the best life I could have orchestrated for myself. Yes, there have been bumps and challenges. What life doesn't have those. Those bumps make us better people, most of the time.

My big change, I need to be the therapist I want to be. The one who was honored by the OSRC, the Therapist of the Year!
I need to change my attitude at work. remove the negative flow. Inspire, teach, heal. GROW, LEARN, it is not to late. It is never to late to learn and advance.

I am deeply honored, deeply awoken, deeply moved.

I am determined to be the person you all believe me to be. Watch me grow and fly.