series of number questions related to a drawing, then I was asked to read a
series of words. But not just any series of words. I was asked to read the
fruits of the spirit, and then repeat them.
the patient’s eyes lit up and they pointed out the top word-love. Then I was
blessed. A blessing on me. By someone who lives in a world where things are not
so stellar. Where life revolves around cinder block walls and low stimulation.
disease. That religiosity has played a part in the grandiosity of the
delusions. But here’s what I think: I think I walked out of that milieu and
feeling blessed. And the first thoughts that came to my mind is that people are
Hell, despite all the atrocities that are happening in the minds of those I
work with, people are still inherently good.
things in these years that are far from what I had expected and it certainly
isn’t the life I had thought it would be. And today, things got stressful and
frustrating and I had to take a few moments (and a long run-my muscles will be
killing me tomorrow) to work it out in my own heart and mind. But I kept coming
back to my interaction this morning.
not how I planned. I have been blessed. And not just by the client I spoke to.
And even more so than that were the words used to share that blessing, because
the greatest of them is love.
I work with seem to always come back to this simple four letter word that is
perhaps the most complicated of our vocabulary. And that complication is good,
because a word so strong should not be so easily tossed around.
should be used to open hearts and to calm tangled minds. It should be used to
bless. When people ask about work, about experiences like today’s they often
laugh it off. Sometimes I feel like I should too. Sometimes it comes in such an
odd manor that the uncomfortable laugh seems the most appropriate.
show compassion and to be a blessing to those around me. Instead, the blessing
was turned to me. Why?