To touch lives is to change lives

I suppose that is why I love my job. The money sucks, the hours and the holidays suck. For me there is a personal reward like no other. An instant gratification in hearing the true appreciation of someone who truly needs your help. To be part of something bigger than I could ever imagine. To make it possible for someone to remain in their home, with a little time and patience and dignity.

My job is not glorious, there is no glamour in what I do. None. It is get down and dirty, up to your elbows kind of thing. There are reasons I do it. There are stories that need to be told, there are things that need to be relayed, carried so as not to die soundlessly. There are people who deserve to have dignified circumstances, and I happen to have this endless well of compassionate giving. No I am not conceited. Quite the opposite. I am still searching in life for what makes me justified, whole and completed, outside my children and love. I needed something to make a change for another. This was it. As a mother, this kind of caring and compassion came as naturally as say breathing.

Sigh, have I just swallowed my whole foot or explain myself clearly? You decide

~ Isis