11:33am, apartment, Chandler, Arizona, Sunday morning, March 13, 2022. In December of last year, I wrote about almost having to go out as a chaplain for work. In that instance one of the other spiritual counselors ended up taking call. However, since that time, our support services on-call rotation was disbanded. That meant when a patient died and the family requested spiritual care this morning, it was I who went out. The patient lived 50 miles north of me so by the time I got there the family had left, but I provided support to the community staff and offered prayer over the patients body until the mortuary arrived. The experience was profound for me. I need to get back to who I truly am.