Ah, the joys of a new job! Five years ago, I walked into this clinic with a backpack full of experience from companies that thrived on digital workflows. Imagine my surprise when my new employer's idea of "appointment scheduling" involved a color-coded system of sticky notes and a well-worn appointment book. Patient records? Buried in folders that resembled archaeological digs. Appointments were lost in the Bermuda Triangle of Outlook calendars, patient history resided in folders that resembled ancient scrolls, and the search function was a rumor whispered by stressed receptionists. But fear not, for I, the keyboard crusader, have arrived! Three years later, the clinic is a digital haven. This is the legacy I leave behind, a streamlined system that will become the stepping stone for new hires. But is that a bad thing? My sweat and blood is just a short-cut key of a new joiner? Let's be honest, folks. We've all been there. You put in the blood, sweat, and ...
The Holy Spirit stopped me. Since last year, time after time, I read news about our highest shepherd doing things that are against my core belief, things that I felt are being twisted, being made sound complicated to understand yet only to lead to wrong things. Such is blessing relationships in sin...how can a sin be blessed, I asked myself. It is just wrong and I will not accept this. Needless to say, I am scandalized. I had to contemplate. This month, God led me to Armenia. I saw the Armenians preserved their faith, and Christian practices in the Church. I have witnessed how sacred they still keep the traditions. I wanted to become part of that. I had to contemplate more. I asked the Lord to help me make the right decision that night when I came home from Armenia. In my heart, I will start looking for the church here in my community, the Orthodox Christian church. Sabbath day came. I attended my Sunday Mass. I thanked God for having brought me to Armenia and learned...