My hands are not ordinary. They call them 'healing hands'.
I am supposed to play the role of the God. In playing the role, I am not allowed to make mistakes. If the God makes a mistake, it is his will. If I make a mistake, it is a crime. I have seen the pain in birth and know death by his face. Most of the time, what I see is agony and pain. It is my daily routine. My heart is in a constant despair for the things beyond my 'healing hands.'
I take a break, rest my stethoscope on the table ...
after the long journey
in the road