posting @ work: when it goes right
One thing to love about this job: sometimes I get to be such a proud mama bear when it comes to the kick-assitude of the people I serve. They are so fucking brave and I love them. They go to court, face the cowards who've been telling them for years they're nothing, and they win. They go back out into the world when the world has been nothing but dangerous for them because they decide they just aren't going to let the fear keep them home anymore. They leave 30 year marriages. They work their asses off and support their kids. They turn around to abuse they've lived with their whole lives and say, no. Not anymore. I am so proud when they do some things, I just want to hug them! I can think of three or four people, right off the top of my head, who just stun me with how amazing they are, who bowl me over with their strength. Sometimes they get here and just transform, and then they turn around and thank me . . . they inspire me. I routinely tear up at work. All I do is cheerlead, when it goes right. I am so glad I have the opportunity to work here and I am very, very honored to serve these people.