I heard something pretty sad today...
I was chilling in the kitchen watching old America's Next Top Model when the phone rang. The caller ID displayed an unfamiliar number so I let it go to voicemail. I listened to this very sad, crying woman leave a message for my mother thanking her for caring for her father. She mentioned a service that was held for him yesterday, another service that will be held in some months, and that a lot of people loved him. There were a lot of pauses as her voice started to crack, and she repeatedly thanked my mother for what she had done.
This is what my mother constantly has to deal with... this is her career. Every day she goes to a place where people are at the end of their lives... and eventually they die. She meets with their families and watches their concern and sadness. She makes connections with people who have barely any time left on earth... and she likes what she does.
It takes a lot of strength to work in the medical field; I would have such a hard time doing that kind of work. I have a lot of respect for people who dedicate their lives to helping others... it's so admirable. I'm kinda misty right now thinking about this. There they are being useful and here I am studying to be a freakin' broadcast journalist.
Not the same impact. Not the same at all. I just wish I could be like my mother.
I kinda feel like I suck now...
This is what my mother constantly has to deal with... this is her career. Every day she goes to a place where people are at the end of their lives... and eventually they die. She meets with their families and watches their concern and sadness. She makes connections with people who have barely any time left on earth... and she likes what she does.
It takes a lot of strength to work in the medical field; I would have such a hard time doing that kind of work. I have a lot of respect for people who dedicate their lives to helping others... it's so admirable. I'm kinda misty right now thinking about this. There they are being useful and here I am studying to be a freakin' broadcast journalist.
Not the same impact. Not the same at all. I just wish I could be like my mother.
I kinda feel like I suck now...