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| Her little boy sat on my lap, tears still in his eye's while the welt on his head became more and more obvious. His mom sat across from me tears rolling down her face. Call me crazy, but this time i believed her when she said "I'm sorry" She has a lot to learn about being a mother, an adult, a follower of Christ........that's why i go to work every morning. Both her and her son hugged me as they walked out of my office. My part is easy, it's her that has to change.
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| It's been a tough week. We had to kick out 2 clients, one for stealing, one for using drugs. and today I did an intake of a young pregnant girl who tested positive for 4 different drugs.
Some days i wish i could come up with something deep to say, but today i just wanted to cry while i was talking to doctor.
one more day and i get a weekend
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| Today started out fairly normal. Met with the Pres of our company and the sheriff's department about some graffiti problems we're having on the property i manage. I met with some of my clients, made a trip to costco to pick up a few things for our program members. It was after our staff meeting that my day changed........
I was walking up to my office and saw water seeping out from under the door....right away realizing this is not a good sign. I opened my door and the stench was overwhelming, i instantly knew what happened.
One of our on site staff members has been having problems with her bathroom, the bathroom which is right above my office has been flooding. And today it flooded again......oh it flooded.
let's just say......i may not be able to work in my office tomorrow if the smell hasn't subsided any
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| Every day I go to work where my job is to help people grow. Grow mentally, spiritually, physically. My job is to encourage, stretch and be and advocate for change in lives. I think the reality is, my clients are helping me grow....mentally, spiritually, and physically. The alcoholic teaches me patience, the Domestic violence victim teaches me compassion, the person suffering from mental illness teaches me that th Lord truly is the ultimate healer.
I sat in my office today as a little boy came running in to show me the sticker he got in school today for listening. He was beaming from ear to ear, he knew I understand how big of an accomplishment this was for him, and he was right, it's huge. I gave him a High-5 and a hug. I also told him that there was a coloring book for him at the end of the week if he continues.
His mom stood in the doorway and tears were welling up in her eyes. I asked her about her tears. "he's needs this program as much as i do, huh?" I smile and stood up and gave her a hug....she's getting it.
It's moments like those....though followed by the chaos of the homeless shelter, are why i wake up each morning and go to work.
It's good to be back
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| Funny how I've had such an incredible year....SO much has happened, and yet thats when I chose to stop writing. Why? I wish I had an answer.
I'm going to try and start writing again Here is our new pet:
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