I have trouble relating to people
emotionally. I know that it can be considered bad but it helps me get
through this crazy ass world. For those that don't know, years ago I
worked at one of the largest hospitals on the West coast. My job
title, patient escort, meant that I had to move supplies, samples,
and people around the hospital. This mean living or dead people.
Yes. I moved dead bodies.
While working there for a cool $10.25
an hour I got to witness a lot of tragedy on an almost daily basis. A
good day was maybe taking only two cancer patients to get chemo or
taking someone to their car with their family as they were
discharged. A bad day are days that are burned into my mind for the
rest of my life. I had to talk to more family members than I can
remember while their family member was being wrapped up for me to
take away on a gurney. Some were okay while some cried their eyes out
to me while thinking “I hope I am making them feel better.” And I
did. Lots of patients while leaving thanked me for being so nice or
just talking to them like a normal person.
Most times people just need an outlet
of some sort. Hopefully a healthy one that doesn't involve liquor,
getting high, or violence. This brings me to the reason I even
started this ramble fest. Today at the Inland Regional Center in San
Bernardino there was a shooting. They call it a mass shooting. The
facility describes itself as “an agency among agencies, Inland
Regional Center coordinates with generic services to normalize the
lives of people with developmental disabilities and their families by
working to include them in the everyday routines and life rhythms of
the community and by facilitating needed supports for them.”
