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Jake was always sick. He repeatedly got infections—mostly colds or the
flu—from patients. He considered himself lucky to be alive, considering what
he’d read about deadly bacteria and viruses that were developing immunity to all
the latest drugs. A hospital is a dangerous place. He wanted out of the
hospital, but he had nowhere to go. He was no spring chicken. The pay, benefits,
and hours were good. His schedule regularly included three- or four-day
weekends.
But, he was just going through the same motions, day after day. He was at
the top of the ladder for an orderly. There were no other jobs that he could
qualify for, unless he wanted to go to school for several years to become a tech
or a registered nurse. But those jobs would mean working in a hospital. He
wanted out.
He wished he had stayed with his old job as an assistant pro at Brookside
Golf Course. The pay was low and the benefits were few, but the game of golf was
his passion. He loved teaching the game to others. He was a happy man when he
worked at the golf course—the freshly mowed green grass, the blue sky, the white
clouds. Not a sick person in sight—only healthy people, enjoying themselves. Why
had he quit that job, he wondered over and over. Ten years ago, he must have had
a good reason, but he sure couldn’t remember what it was now. His life was now a
constant regret about the poorest decision he had ever made. |
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