Two years ago I lived in Phuket, Thailand for about six weeks. As I walked through the manicured lawns of our ocean side resort, the Indigo Pearl, I noticed a gardener. He was wearing a black shirt with a white emblem of a garden hoe on the front of the shirt. This emblem signified he was a gardener, the way a cocktail glass would symbolize a bartender. He appeared happy and humble. I realized in that moment that I couldn't even pretend to know my chosen occupation, my calling, my purpose. I wondered what symbol defines me. What insignia would you bear, if everyone was forced to wear their job on their chest?
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