One of the intangible* rewards of my job is daily being immersed in a human nature laboratory of sorts--so many personalities shoved together in a situation that lends itself to intensity and intimacy of a sort. I have seen deep friendships form between people who likely would not have spoken to one another in another context. I am endlessly fascinated by all the variety of thought and feeling and just being that I am exposed to on a daily basis. Some days, it's a bit overwhelming and I fight the urge to run screaming from all the messy humanity on display there. Most days, I revel in it.
One day at the beginning of this month I was in the van and checked the transportation sheet that helps staff keep track of who needs picked up where and when. Scribbled across the top, I found this:
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| Granted, he spelled "cynicism" not quite right, but it's the thought that counts. And I kind of like this thought. (Click for larger view.) |
*Where intangible is just a fancy word for "doesn't show up in my paycheck."
This is fantastic! What shall we call that spectrum point? I think that's the point where I live.
ReplyDeleteI think I live there too, what is it called?? Faith? Hope? Don't really know!
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