Today I helped keep a good kid who deserves to stay at the shelter where I work out of juvenile lockup, despite the judge assigned to his case being notoriously hard on juvenile offenders. Days like this, I love my job.
Also, thanks to some intense workouts recently, the abdominal "V" now explicitly compliments my six-pack abs. Boo yah.
Also, two weeks ago, this all happened in the same night: I changed a baby's diaper for the first time in my entire life, and also bathed, fed, burped, and put to bed one as well. Then a teenage boy cut his wrist and I dragged him into one of the company vans and ran every red light to get him to the hospital on time (he's fine now). The story of that night was told by my shirt: baby food stains on the collar and blood stains on the side. That shirt that night is the best metaphor for my job that I could ever come up with.
Also, thanks to some intense workouts recently, the abdominal "V" now explicitly compliments my six-pack abs. Boo yah.
Also, two weeks ago, this all happened in the same night: I changed a baby's diaper for the first time in my entire life, and also bathed, fed, burped, and put to bed one as well. Then a teenage boy cut his wrist and I dragged him into one of the company vans and ran every red light to get him to the hospital on time (he's fine now). The story of that night was told by my shirt: baby food stains on the collar and blood stains on the side. That shirt that night is the best metaphor for my job that I could ever come up with.