In a couple of hours, I’ll
stretch out in a dental chair, mouth agape and hopes running high that the
endodontist will perform magic with his skill and drill. I will trust the
judgment of this professional who I’ve met only once to decide upon the next
course of treatment. I’m putting myself into his hands on blind faith that he
has my best interests at heart. Tomorrow,
I’ll trust another professional to use his or her expertise. It amazes me that
we willingly place our lives under the care of other people. We rely upon the
training and skill of others to guide us through much of our lives. Over the
next few days, I’ll seek the powers of the wizards to give me the courage,
intellect and heart to find my way back home.
Copyright 2012 Elizabeth Abrams Chapman
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