This is the Swing

This is the swing where she sat, weary and worn from another endless shift, her spirit feeling torn. Asking for some rest, for space to breathe, instead traditional healthcare telling her to leave.

This is the swing where she sat, with forty charts left unresolved and messages or phone calls piling up, tasks unsolved. Asking for more time, battling the norm, a system so outdated and far from being warm.

This is the swing where she sat, many tears shed at night, frustrated by healhcare's ever shifting light. Longing for the old times, when a patient and doctor could connect, when time use to be a gift instead of pure neglect.

This is the swing where she sat, living in a world where red tape rules felt like cogwheels instead of healing tools. Crying over threatened losses if she dared to delay this relentless race, in a system that felt so out of place.

This is the swing where she sat, reflecting on words that she'll never find better. Knowing she had to leave some patients' while losing some peace of mind, writing her heartfelt letter.

This is the swing where she sat, remembering how she took a stand, despite losing eight thousand dollars in her hand. Refusing to compromise care above profit, in a world where greed was prioritized over health and we all about lost it.

This is the swing where she sat pleading and praying for something more that day, when the May sun shone and God washed her concerns away. Hearing his voice, calm and clear, say "You were made for so much more, my dear."

This is the swing where she sat, her visions seen and the words "Direct Primary Care" floated across her screen. Learning more, her flame started growing bright, joining groups and reading every book she could in sight.

This is the swing where she sat, a business plan crafted with care and dreams of true compassion, she knew should be shared. The whispers of hope, propelling her to leap with her heart open wide and those she kept close directly by her side.

This is the swing where she sat, with a quiet vow to make things right. And in her heart a fire stirs, unyeilding and brave, a vision of care that TRULY WILL serve.

This is the swing where she sat, looking out as all the plans have begun and our mission sails forward shining bright like the rising morning sun. No more trust in what's been the norm, OPEN your eyes to a loving new form. A clinic that cares and feels like home, RIGHT in your BACKYARD where healing is grown.

This is the swing where she sat, a place now filled with peace and delight, where she watches the sunset, day turning to night. A place where her dreams came true, I think I may stay here awhile...wouldn't you?

~Aly Dahl PA-C