Why I Work at A Woman's Choice Clinic
I remember the eyes mostly, if mostly
is a word. On days when my personal life is crazy, when every one of my children
seem to be good candidates for Prozac, when my partner is on mars somewhere,
when my coworkers are grouchy, (sometimes), or critical, (not too often),
or just seemingly a bitch, (oops), rarely, when I'm ready to question what I'm
doing in Yakima anyway, and why I'm working here, then I remember the eyes mostly.
So many pairs of eyes walk through this clinic, each with their own
story. Some share openly, some silently, but all share one way or another. It's
then I remember the tears I had the privilege of wiping away, the hand I
had the privilege of holding, the laughter I have shared with our clients.
And even though I am not a Mother Teresa, I remember and I know my
reason for working here, that it's more than just a job, that each of us is important,
extremely important in the lives of our clients. Sometimes it's not always
apparent, but nevertheless a role each of us uniquely fills with our compassion,
caring and personality. Oh sure, new people will come and go, some of us
are lifers, some will go onto better things, but as I remember, my day is filled
with new motivation, I know we make a difference, and then I just smile.Ginger
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= Acknowledging and celebrating my special strengths as a woman; never allowing
any one to place gender-based expectations upon me or any other woman."