Today was a tiring but fulfilling day. I was up at 5:30a.m so I could make myself eggs and coffee before driving to the train station. I got there early and sat around for a bit before stepping on and sitting on my half-asleep ass for thirty minutes. I left the first train and got on the next one that took me deeper into Miami. I got off the train and walked a mile to the Human Rights Campaign office. I got there thirty minutes early. I walked by a million pretty flowers. I met some more coworkers and we took the train downtown. We had breakfast together and started canvassing at 11. From then until 4p.m so many amazing and also ridiculous things happened. For one, as you can see, my cheeks turned red.
Canvassing is something I never thought I’d see myself doing but it’s clear to me now that if you’re working toward a goal that you’re passionate about and an issue you believe in —convincing others comes natural.
Most people said they didn’t have a minute to spare. Most people said they were too broke to help. Some people, the reason I go out there to spread the word, were outraged when I told them that it’s legal in 29 states to fire someone for being LGBT. Them supporting us (not just monetarily) means the world to me, although getting them to become a partner of the HRC is the most important part of the job.
Then there are the people who are ignorant and full of hate. I asked one lady walking down the street if she had a minute to support gay and lesbian civil rights and she laughed and said “I think they should be medicated.”
The first person I approached with the same question said, immediately, “Have you accepted Jesus Christ as your Lord and Savior?” to which I replied “I have tried but that’s not for me. I’m glad it’s worked out in your life but I don’t think Jesus would have hated someone for being gay. We’re all human.”
This job is going to be tough. But someone has to do it.
Also, on my second day I was already asked if I’d want to be a Campaign Director.
Whawhaaaat!!!? I guess I’m really good at this.
8:17 pm |
January 7 2013
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One of my favorite patients of ours is a 14 year old boy with Batten disease- which is a rare, neurodegenerative disorder that starts in childhood. At about 5 years of age he turned blind and since then has been deteriorating health-wise, as expected with his disease. He sits in a wheel chair and comes in for physical and occupational therapy. He comes in the mornings 3 times a week and I have a love/hate relationship with seeing him. I love it when I look at the positives of the situation. He is always surrounded by love. His mother dedicates her life to him (as well as taking care of 2 younger boys) and brings him to therapy every week. I often do her favors because I empathize with her situation. I’ll make her copies, help her with technical computer things she doesn’t understand and pretty much do anything she needs help with when I can. I love when he’s here because all the therapists sing to him and I can hear him laughing in the back. I don’t work with him directly, but there have been a few occasions where the therapists need help putting him back into his wheelchair so they call me over. Doing things like this helps me get thorough otherwise shitty work days. I always make sure to say “HI!” and “BYE!” to him and although I’m sure he has no idea who I am- I know he recognizes my voice and every time I greet him I hope that it’s a comforting sound for him to hear.
11:23 am |
December 13 2011
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"I wish my arms was long enough to hug you all at the same time"
Every Friday at work I get sad because these 3 foster kids come in to receive therapy and every Friday I think to myself "I’d be a better foster parent than these people" and mind you, I’m a 23 year old that still lives with her parents…
These kids come in looking pissed and leave looking like they just spent the day at Disney World. Last week we had a birthday and the kids had cake and panettone and one of the foster kids goes “I love this place, you guys have the coolest stuff!” I wish I could help them- but for now all I can do is hug them and ask them about their day and give them the best stickers I have in my drawer.
4:41 pm |
December 2 2011
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One of the perks of working in Miami Lakes = being surrounded by older Hispanic women who, at least once a week, make lunch for the entire office. DALE! (big ups to danny ramos).
Also, there’s ice cream.
4:37 pm |
July 18 2011
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Work was pretty wild today. The boss lady hasn’t been there since yesterday morning and probably won’t be back tomorrow either. Either way Betty (the head occupational therapist) and I held it down all day. At around 3 she looked at me and asked “did you eat today!?” and I told her I haven’t had a lunch break since my third day. She laughed and offered me some mac and cheese she had.
She told me she had 2 of those individual microwavable mac n’ cheese packs and I could have one. I said okay and figured I’d get it and warm it up myself. No, 10 minutes later I walked back to my desk and I found this on top of it. I went to go find her and gave her a huge hug. She completely made my day. I melted. And that toast was the best toast i’ve had in a while.
10:44 pm |
July 13 2011