i went for all of my testing and breathing and weighing and measuring yesterday and with all my faults, they still want me to work for them. imagine that!
second to last on the *to do* list was to have my i.d. picture taken. i stepped onto the elevator in back of the young girl who pushed the correct button and then practically hid herself in the front corner, her back to me, apparently not desirous of conversation.
that's okay. i am not sensitive.
then i heard something, like a muffled cry. i immediately went up and touched her arm and said, "are you okay?" so much for her hiding or my minding my own business.
she turned to me, tears in her eyes, and said, "i am having a really, really bad day." i said "oh, i am so sorry!" i was rendered helpless, we only went from the second to the first and then i thought to say more -- "i'll say a prayer for you.........." that was totally lame, i thought afterward. she gave me a weak smile and said, "oh, thanks........." and stepped off ahead of me, through the lobby and out into the cold sunshine. i watched her go and thought to myself "God, please just bless her. You know her needs, You know what she is going through. please simply bless her."
i felt so lame in comparison to what my friend rwk did the other day at the mission. was that my first test *on the job*? should i have done more?
could i have done more?
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