And here I sit clicking away on the keys. Normally I would be in bed right now, but some stuff came up at work so I had to stay over and help. I don’t really mind too much. I mean we look out for each other there and take care of one another. When we do that we care better for the guys. I wish I could put up pictures of my guys. They are so great. There are days when I would like to choke the living crap out of one of them, but they are rare. Tonight we had coffee house which is where we take our consumers out for snacks, live music and socializing. They are with other consumers and their staff and most seem to have a great time. Two of my guys love to go and so we go almost every week. They chat, eat, shake hands and dance the night away. As staff I pretty much sit back and watch, but on occasion one of my guys will ask me to dance so I do. There are some remarkable people there. Some consumers from other homes in our company go pretty regularly and they are a treat to watch. There is one staff that goes there whose consumer is in a wheel chair. This woman grabs the wheel chair and like pops a wheelie and dances with him in the chair. And the consumer gets such joy from it. What a cool lady.
When I tell people I do direct care the normal response is, “Oh. I could never do that.” And I use to say sure you could and tell them why they could. Now I said maybe you could, maybe you couldn’t. Not everyone is cut out for it. I’m proud to say I am. I think most days I am prouder about what I do now then I have ever been at a job. It wasn’t my goal to be 35 and a direct care worker, but it was my goal to be 35 and making a difference in someone’s life. Okay so I don’t teach 90 kids a day anymore, big deal. I have three remarkable men that depend on me each and everyday. What could be more important?