as i pulled into the parking lot at work today, the familiar beat to madonna’s “papa don’t preach” flowed through my speakers. my mind instantly flashed back to the 4th grade version of myself – singing into a hairbrush and dancing around my bedroom.
as i sat in my parked car singing along i got to thinking about the incredible gift of memories. you’d think after working with families suffering from alzheimer’s and dementia for nearly three years, this would be a regular consideration for me. sadly, until something becomes personal it’s easy to keep it at an arm’s length.
the epiphany did me good though. i went through my day with more than my typical empathetic air about me. i actually tried to relate to the families we serve and was it an enlightening experience.
No comments:
Post a Comment