While driving past an ambulance amidst the snow storm today, it occurred to me that I am almost glad that you do not have a job as a medic. The thought of you out working in the endless storm hurts and scares me.
If you were still a medic, I'd be worried sick about you.
Actually...even on a perfectly good day, I am still worried about you.
Are you safe? Are you well? Are you happy?
If only I could know...
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