when one needs a refill

this originated from my former mentor when i was training as an occupational therapist. he was the first person to speak about what we did on the 1st day of school - i dun remember the words, but i can still recall the inspiration and the excitement. with the passage of time and the erosion of spirit that work brings, one loses a lot of the idealism one used to possess. the world is gray, edging on black, and it's never more evident than when u're dealing in health care and disability. one has to truly believe in what one is doing to carry on in this business, otherwise u're jus an automaton.

i was watching kevin smith's 'dogma' again last nite, and there was this line where bethany talks about faith: faith is like a glass of water - when we're young, the glass is little, but as we get older, the glass gets bigger, and harder to fill. but from time to time, it def needs refilling.

this story is part of that refill.

( a little story. )