It Will Always Be My Pleasure

Sunlight beaming down on me
As I reside in the driver's seat
A day's end after a successful workday
In my clinic, aiding others, healing others
What a pleasure to have such a rewarding life
Up ahead, a crumpled sign that reads:
Three children
One disabled Mother
Please help us with Food and Housing
Hand outstretched, with a 5 dollar bill in my palm
Knowing that it will never be enough
Hoping that those behind me will do the same
The scrawny little girl reaches for the money
Her raspy voice squeaking a quiet Thank You
Mother in wheelchair, with hand shaking from happiness or gratitude
Places the dollar bill into her pouch
It will always be my pleasure
To share my knowledge of well-being
And reach out to those in need all around us.

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