I have been “fit for work” for over a week, but no hours. Then got asked if I could “help out”. I’m a sucker for the hard luck stories and I was tempted to say I was busy, but three of the six calls were peopke I know ... so of course I said yes. Two of them threw their arms round me and cried. I love my job. It’s a privilege to do it. I’d do it for free if I could afford to.
I’ve wondered if I do make any difference in the past, questioned if I am doing it right, but tonight ... tonight I felt like superwoman. There is something amazing about walking into a room and seeing a face light up just because it’s you.
At one, the job was finished, but my time wasn’t. I stood by her bed, held her hand and just talked. She’s in so much pain, but doesn’t want to complain. I shared photos and talked about sunrises and sunsets, walking on a beach and listening to the waves. She smiled, really grinned ..it was beautiful, she was beautiful.
Tonight I did a good thing. Tonight I feel good.
I’ve wondered if I do make any difference in the past, questioned if I am doing it right, but tonight ... tonight I felt like superwoman. There is something amazing about walking into a room and seeing a face light up just because it’s you.
At one, the job was finished, but my time wasn’t. I stood by her bed, held her hand and just talked. She’s in so much pain, but doesn’t want to complain. I shared photos and talked about sunrises and sunsets, walking on a beach and listening to the waves. She smiled, really grinned ..it was beautiful, she was beautiful.
Tonight I did a good thing. Tonight I feel good.