I love my job. The love for my job is bittersweet, though. I work with sick kids. I love the light and joy that sits in the crevices of their hopeful eyes. The sympathy that slips out of me just by being with them. They aren't even my kids. I just have this bond with them that will never break, not even when I see them in those tiny coffins. What I also love is that all the kids have very distinct personalities. Marissa, is 7, with an increasing IQ of 189. She was diagnosed with leukemia at 4. She wants to grow up and serve the country as a military technology engineer. Andria (who preferes to be called Andy) has a twin sister, Kellendria. The kids call them the Dria twins. Kel is the only one sick, but they're attached at the hip. I somewhat see myself in Andy. She's so selfless. She's always thinking of her sister. Josi, is a singer. She has a great voice. I want her to beat this cancer so bad. I just want her to grow up and be the biggest star, a singing survivor. It is so many more kids who don't have fatal diseases, but need transplants, or their parents can't afford their needed surgery. Most of the kids stay hooked up to a lot of machines. Sometimes when they get tired of the beeping they kind of hum.....like bee's. Its not annoying like you'd think. Its soothing. Whenever they get a little frantic or scared I calm them down. I'm like a bee keeper.
