All Your Trials, All Your Suffering, All Your Beauty...not In VainAs a carer for the intellectually disabled, people with a mental illness and the elderly, i cannot say I find my job a laugh.I cannot say i don't return home tired, depleted and sometimes even in despair.
But I can say i do like my job.
I can say i am humbled by the many broken hearted, rejected souls i meet every day, people who society have not applauded for their silent suffering, people who are not "successful", people who are rejected, mocked, even on some level despised for not being so called"normal".
These people are my teachers. They remind me of my vunerability, my humanity, my own brokeness. And sometimes we share a joke, a tear a wonderful insight, a musing of this crazy, wonderful world...and i go back to live in the"normal" world, and wonder..and feel the blessing of my job, my daily encounters with such beautiful souls.