My time has value to me; I suspect that other individual’s finite time in this life must, therefore, have some value to them as well.
With this in mind, I am almost always prompt to a scheduled therapy visit. If I am early, I will park down the road and wait for my time. In the rare instance that I am late, I call in advance to notify the patient and offer them an opportunity to reschedule. Most of the time, they are appreciative for my call and welcome me when I arrive 15-30 minutes later than they had anticipated earlier in the day.
Every once in a while, however, a patient will say something that haunts me: “What difference does it make? What am I doing?”
For this individual, time has lost meaning.
If time loses meaning, what has their life lost?
How do they get it back?