Comments on: Character http://blog.whenthesmokeclears.us/2006/02/03/character/ In need of a pause. Sun, 04 Dec 2011 19:55:50 -0800 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.8.4 hourly 1 By: Oddybobo http://blog.whenthesmokeclears.us/2006/02/03/character/comment-page-1/#comment-3053 Oddybobo Mon, 06 Feb 2006 11:47:43 +0000 http://blog.whenthesmokeclears.us/2006/02/03/character/#comment-3053 <p>What a moving post! How absolutely wonderful that he could sense the love his mom and dad had for him.</p> What a moving post! How absolutely wonderful that he could sense the love his mom and dad had for him.

]]> By: Eric http://blog.whenthesmokeclears.us/2006/02/03/character/comment-page-1/#comment-3044 Eric Fri, 03 Feb 2006 18:29:29 +0000 http://blog.whenthesmokeclears.us/2006/02/03/character/#comment-3044 <p>.. wealth does not always breed contempt.... you did a good thing... as did his parents.... </p> .. wealth does not always breed contempt…. you did a good thing… as did his parents….

]]> By: chou chope http://blog.whenthesmokeclears.us/2006/02/03/character/comment-page-1/#comment-3043 chou chope Fri, 03 Feb 2006 10:19:18 +0000 http://blog.whenthesmokeclears.us/2006/02/03/character/#comment-3043 <p>wow, so good, rsm. great story.</p> wow, so good, rsm. great story.

]]> By: T1G http://blog.whenthesmokeclears.us/2006/02/03/character/comment-page-1/#comment-3042 T1G Fri, 03 Feb 2006 09:16:18 +0000 http://blog.whenthesmokeclears.us/2006/02/03/character/#comment-3042 <p>Excellent post, bro...</p> Excellent post, bro…

]]> By: amelie http://blog.whenthesmokeclears.us/2006/02/03/character/comment-page-1/#comment-3041 amelie Fri, 03 Feb 2006 07:15:46 +0000 http://blog.whenthesmokeclears.us/2006/02/03/character/#comment-3041 <p>beautiful, moving post. thank you</p> beautiful, moving post. thank you

]]> By: Richmond http://blog.whenthesmokeclears.us/2006/02/03/character/comment-page-1/#comment-3040 Richmond Fri, 03 Feb 2006 02:22:59 +0000 http://blog.whenthesmokeclears.us/2006/02/03/character/#comment-3040 <p>Oh my... Beautiful post...</p> Oh my… Beautiful post…

]]> By: rsm http://blog.whenthesmokeclears.us/2006/02/03/character/comment-page-1/#comment-3039 rsm Fri, 03 Feb 2006 02:01:00 +0000 http://blog.whenthesmokeclears.us/2006/02/03/character/#comment-3039 <p>I thought about Jess today. Rather, I thought about his parents. For some reason they suddenly showed up in my mind like an old favorite movie starting on a television in another room, a tickle of something familiar heard, something comfortable. Maybe it was the old ball-cap, not my own, I found in my Jeep.</p> <p>Jess' parents came to the emergency room one night, dressed in their symphony-attending best. Between them shuffled Jess. His mom's hands held Jess' forearms, barely able to make more than a half circle, long fingers wrinkled and veiny. They had had their son later in life than most couples, and now they were dwarfed by the man who stooped between them. </p> <p>"Please. We don't know what's wrong." </p> <p>It was near the end of my shift in triage, but as the nurse grabbed a clipboard, I went for the basic diagnostics. Jess looked ashen and disoriented, an arm wrapped around his stomach. He was burning to the touch. His father never let his eyes leave his son, tired eyes that were weary from many years of worry hidden behind a stoic countenance. </p> I thought about Jess today. Rather, I thought about his parents. For some reason they suddenly showed up in my mind like an old favorite movie starting on a television in another room, a tickle of something familiar heard, something comfortable. Maybe it was the old ball-cap, not my own, I found in my Jeep.

Jess’ parents came to the emergency room one night, dressed in their symphony-attending best. Between them shuffled Jess. His mom’s hands held Jess’ forearms, barely able to make more than a half circle, long fingers wrinkled and veiny. They had had their son later in life than most couples, and now they were dwarfed by the man who stooped between them.

“Please. We don’t know what’s wrong.”

It was near the end of my shift in triage, but as the nurse grabbed a clipboard, I went for the basic diagnostics. Jess looked ashen and disoriented, an arm wrapped around his stomach. He was burning to the touch. His father never let his eyes leave his son, tired eyes that were weary from many years of worry hidden behind a stoic countenance.

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