Springboard 11 - OMG moments
There have been many horrific experiences. I don’t think that anyone can be so deeply entrenched in this vocation and not be affected by the horrific every now and then. I’ve been through Nick’s burial trauma, Greg’s attack, Sara’s abduction, Eddie with Catherine, the rise and fall of Warrick’s life, an explosion in the lab, and so much more.
While those would be more than obvious as horrific, I believe that the point is that I was there. I’ve never claimed to be anything but socially inept. My team, I would hope, at least know when I’m trying. I fight everyday to keep them together. And although I rarely put as much into so many words, I’m very fond of my team… not only as colleagues but as individuals.
Veering from the obvious horrors, I’ll speak of the most memorable.
My favorite moments with my team would be on the rare occasion that I open myself up to them. When I allow myself the luxury of going out for a drink with them, or when I say something personal about myself or my past, they probably don’t know how hard that is for me. They’re always sharing themselves with me, but I find it difficult to share myself with them or anyone really. I would also suspect that they don’t know how good it makes me feel directly after I do divulge something personal to them. As with most everything else, I keep it to myself.
Suffice to say that my most memorable moments are in times when there is a distinct lack of horror… when I allow myself to concentrate on and give in to other things.
While those would be more than obvious as horrific, I believe that the point is that I was there. I’ve never claimed to be anything but socially inept. My team, I would hope, at least know when I’m trying. I fight everyday to keep them together. And although I rarely put as much into so many words, I’m very fond of my team… not only as colleagues but as individuals.
Veering from the obvious horrors, I’ll speak of the most memorable.
My favorite moments with my team would be on the rare occasion that I open myself up to them. When I allow myself the luxury of going out for a drink with them, or when I say something personal about myself or my past, they probably don’t know how hard that is for me. They’re always sharing themselves with me, but I find it difficult to share myself with them or anyone really. I would also suspect that they don’t know how good it makes me feel directly after I do divulge something personal to them. As with most everything else, I keep it to myself.
Suffice to say that my most memorable moments are in times when there is a distinct lack of horror… when I allow myself to concentrate on and give in to other things.