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Why do some people always leave a mess behind?nnI saw a butterfly this morning. It was mostly orange with black markings. You know the one I mean. We’ve all seen them.nnIt was just an instance, a fleeting moment. I was looking out the third floor window of the hospital I was stuck in and it flitted by – up, down a little flutter.nnIt didn’t fly across the window. It just appeared and disappeared. I wanted more but it was gone. Don’t know where it went. Don’t know where it was headed.nnIt left no trace behind.nnIt made me happy, lifted my spirits. The day was only a few hours old and I was watching the dark lift with the sky just starting to brighten.nnSeeing the butterfly made me feel better. That’s all. No big revelation, no earth shattering truth revealed. It was just a flash of color, there, then gone.nnI wonder why some people always leave a mess behind when they fly by?nnI’ve had three roommates during my hospital stay of three nights.nnChris is a firefighter who made the decision to stop treating his aggressive cancer and die with dignity and peace.nnI was on the other side of the curtain when he told his wife and three daughters. I tried to be as quiet as I could.nnThere was a lot of crying but mostly expressions of love and support and maybe peace, relief.nnHe’s not an educated guy, just the High School diploma and 30 plus years on the job. Loves his work, loves his wife and kids. No mess left behind. nnChris left for hospice Sunday.nnDavid showed up Sunday night, naked, loud, and uncooperative. He turned the TV on full volume. The CNA was cool and stuck some headphones on him.nnAfter his nap there was a problem with the meds. There was a gap with what he wanted and what the hospital staff was willing to provide.nnHe lost his mind, crashed around and made a big deal of leaving if they wouldn’t get what he wanted. Lots of drama and noise, called his dad to come and get him, tries to rip out his IV, starts bleeding all over the place.nnMeanwhile the docs are trying to figure out the problem with the meds, which they do right in the middle of the drama fest. He gets his drugs sends his dad back home, plays the TV loud and makes a mess.nnDavid signed himself out in the morning. It took the staff over an hour to clean up after him.nnAround 2 pm another guy shows up straight from surgery. nnIt’s a big production getting him off the transport and into the bed. He’s an older guy, in pain, worried, confused and falls right asleep. He snores like a true pro.nnBut he’s nice to the nurses, apologetic, doesn’t want to be a bother, probably not a mess, just noisy.nnSome people go through life and leave a mess behind.nnThey don’t care that they left a mess. They don’t care about the disruption in the flow they cause and its residual effects long after they passed through. They don’t care about the people that love them and have to clean up their mess.nnThey don’t understand how to be a butterfly. A butterfly never leaves a mess – ever.nnI think we should clean up our mess as we go so we don’t forget how to be a butterfly.