Friday, May 11, 2012
I Love My Job
I’m Not Going to be Rich, But…
I love my job. This week has been quite a dichotomy, of
sorts. Work wise (here’s the part about
loving my job before I go off on a probable tangent), I had a few very
interesting interviews for about 3 articles.
The first (in order of days) set of
interviews were about both the Rotary Club and Laura’s House. A public relations friend, whom I’ve worked
with on several angles/stories on Laura’s house (a shelter program for domestic
violence victims); set me up with a woman from a local Rotary Club and a
counselor from the shelter. The
counselor was representing the shelter at a fundraiser created by the club all
based on my favorite program: Dancing
With the Stars.
Interesting how something fun is creating
an avenue for not only this non-profit but 5 others to raise awareness and
money for their causes.
On to my next interviews. This is going to be a feature on a Legacy
Program created by Saddleback Memorial Hospital’s Volunteer coordinator and a
volunteer for the hospice program.
Basically it’s based on Reminiscing-where a list of questions are asked
of those in hospice to create not only a CD of their life’s story, but is then
translated and typed out with pictures added to create a biography for the
I interviewed the Volunteer coordinator,
the volunteer who “took the bull by the horn” and put the program together and,
the piece de resistance-I interviewed a lovely lady in hospice. She and her husband welcomed all 3 of us into
their home. Both are holocaust
You would think this would not have been
an upbeat morning-but you’d be very wrong.
We all left her feeling that she was a wonderful lady and he was a
gentleman who was a very loving husband.
I’m a better person, I hope, for having met her.
Last-a story on a 95 year old man from
Iran who after living here for 7 years, decided that despite his family only
speaking Farsi to him-that it was time for him to learn English. With the help of the South Coast Literacy
Council and two of his teachers-he’s an inspiration for all those in his class
of 12. Even though he has trouble
seeing, he comes every week and then at exactly the end of the class-he reminds
his teacher that it’s time for him to leave and go visit his wife who now lives
in an Alzheimer’s Board and Care.
As if this isn’t enough-I found a note in
my inbox from Chicken Soup for the Soul.
Yes, I’m in the last stages of another piece being considered for
another book. This story is also about
my husband and his positive push to be on a TV show and how against the
odds-got on and won.
Wow, look at me-I managed to tell this
week’s entry and stay on subject after all.
I must really love my job.