Bob CollinsKari Knudson, one of NewsCut’s most loyal readers, I think, has provided this submission for Theft of the Blog.
Earlier this week, I referenced the husband taking care of his wife in hospice as an example of what love looks like. This is what love looks like, too.
I am a Volunteer Services Manager at a hospital. Where my office is located, I see hundreds of people every day – happy little kids, old couples holding hands on their way to an appointment and also a few crabby ones.
Everyday my volunteers make a difference in the lives of our patients, visitors and staff. Last week, I was in my office listening to my piano volunteer. All of sudden, singing and laughing is added to the mix. I walk out and see for the first time, wheelchair dancing. She is a 97 year old, self-professed dancing queen being whirled around by her daughter. She broke her hip a few weeks ago and hopes to be dancing again by fall. These three – my volunteer, the daughter and the dancing queen brought so much joy to our lobby that afternoon.
Every day, even on the worst days, I say ‘I have the best job in the building.’
