Here is a poem for my co-workers, friends, and all who care for those in need.
Thought I would be an engineer,
Working with things, materials, the way things fit,
The way they work, and earn a living that men make.
Then I went to the school and the math was all wrong,
What did the numbers mean?
Where was the human-ness? To all these numbers?
And my classes got mixed up, was it a mistake or providence?
My English teacher was supposed to teach us technical writing,
Words without feelings.
But he hated that idea,
One at a time,
He thought he would teach us tech-ies
The kind with people and feelings,
The kind where I studied the Lady of the Lake and King Arthur,
Deep in the stacks of U of I,
Where I got lost and wandered away from the engineering I had so set my sights on,
And came via a long circuitous fashion
To the mysterious science, the miraculous profession
Where you get to hold another human’s hand
I hope you feel better.