My Sunny Side: My Job
Anyway, I had complained that they had me and one of the other residents sitting around doing nothing! Now, a significant amount of the rest of my stay here is supposed to be Concentrated Work Therapy, so I saw this job as a big problem.
Well, I took my recovery into my own hands last Wednesday and mentioned to the lead Psychiatrist that I could not see myself in CWT doing nothing and I wanted a new job.
Monday I started a new job! I am working in Building 8, the permanent residence to paralyzed Veterans. Many of these Veterans will not be leaving this building taking breaths. At first I was a bit intimidated. However, after my shift yesterday, I realized that I could not have landed a better job.
I think it is going to be very therapeutic for me. I think I am going to be able to connect with these guys–and one gal–and in turn, I am going to be able to come outside of myself and be myself; something I haven’t really been able to be for a very long time.
Many of these Veterans were severely injured fighting for our country. Vets shot down in Vietnam. Vets ambushed and shot up. Other Vets stepping on mines. This place will humble your ass in a military second. And I am going to make damn sure that I serve them the way they deserve to be served: with honor, dignity, respect.
Yesterday I fed pizza to a Veteran paralyzed from the neck down. I helped another Veteran, who could hardly pull the trigger, aim and fire arrows and get a bulls eye! We were busting each other’s chops within minutes. I felt a real connection to Jim. I think we are going to have a fine friendship.
Sometimes in life, if you ask for what you want, you end up getting what you need.