sunshinemiss
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... and then the world stopped turning... One of my patients from years ago, a sweet boy who had touched my heart, accidentally killed himself. I couldn't breathe. I left work, not sure how I got home. My best friend came to me and held me while I sat in stunned silence. I couldn't think, I couldn't eat, I could only lay in bed, numb. Rarely had one touched my spirit - I couldn't let them... I couldn't work with them if I let them. Staying distant was the only way to help them. It was the only way to stay sane - caring without loving. All these broken children that came to me, whose lives and families I put back together with bubble gum and glue... But about once a year, one of them got into my heart. This boy I had loved. This boy had touched my heart. I resigned from my job the next day. I'd had enough of working with broken children. I had just been broken.
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Yes, I am a wonton hussy... and still sweet as 3.14
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