Paper or Plastic?

Maybe I’ve quit my day job. I had five patients scheduled today, and four of them cancelled. A full day of work ahead of me, and I’m home by 10 a.m. Is it my breath? My bedside manner? And these were patients I hadn’t even met before!

My second life as a physical therapist may be giving way to a third life as a–I dunno what–maybe a greeter at–no, I can’t even say it. Maybe a WINGJUMPER! Yeah, that’s the ticket!

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Fred First holds masters degrees in Vertebrate Zoology and physical therapy, and has been a biology teacher and physical therapist by profession. He moved to southwest Virginia in 1975 and to Floyd County in 1997. He maintains a daily photo-blog, broadcasts essays on the Roanoke NPR station, and contributes regular columns for the Floyd Press and Roanoke's Star Sentinel. His two non-fiction books, Slow Road Home and his recent What We Hold in Our Hands, celebrate the riches that we possess in our families and communities, our natural bounty, social capital and Appalachian cultures old and new. He has served on the Jacksonville Center Board of Directors and is newly active in the Sustain Floyd organization. He lives in northeastern Floyd County on the headwaters of the Roanoke River.

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  1. They’re just busy. I seriously considered cancelling tomorrow’s annual doctor-check-up – the only reason I didn’t is that I’d have to wait another four months to get a new appt.

  2. Maybe it was meant to make you think about your second work life, and what you would really enjoy doing, if you were to start a third work life.