Geez, spent the whole weekend studying leukemias and lymphomas -- finals are coming up in a week, so although I can recognize Burkitt's at a glance, my grammar and creative juices are shot.
Anyway, just wanted to share a poem that's hanging on a wall in my mentor's office. I thought it was pretty cool, so just thought I'd share it along:
I am your companion. I am your greatest helper or heaviest burden.
I will push you onward or drag you down to failure. I am completely at your command.
Half the things you do you might just as well turn over to me and I will do them - quickly and correctly.
I am easily managed - you must merely be firm with me. Show me exactly how you want something done and after a few lessons I will do it automatically.
I am the servant of all great people; and, alas, of all failures as well.
Those who are great, I have made great. Those who are failures, I have made failures.
I am not a machine, though I work with all the precision of a machine plus the intelligence of a person.
You may run me for profit or run me for ruin -- it makes no difference to me.
Take me, train me, be firm with me, and I will place the world at your feet.
Be easy with me and I will destroy you. Who am I? I am habit!
Good stuff, but I've always thought the ending is pretty corny. Who am I? I'm Spiderman! *fade credits*
NB: My good friend Kabitzin just posted a link to just absurd med malpractice . . . scary stuff!
