There is a woman that wants to go home. So very badly. But she needed to be where she was, because she had a serious physical problem. A meeting today determined whether she was ready to leave or not, and yesterday, she was fretful and impatient. I knew that she worried. I get like that, myself. Been there. Done that. I was not put off by it.
This morning, I asked her if she were excited, and she said "I have learned not to get excited. It's just too disappointing when it doesn't happen." I asked her when her meeting was, and she told me. I promised to say a prayer for her.
I was amazed to be invited to sit in on this important meeting. I agreed, and I took a place at her side. Her daughter was excited that I was there. She recognized me from the paper.
I listened as it was discussed. Would it be possible? How could we make this work for her? Although I had not planned to speak, I did.
Long story short, my friend will go home. At the end of the meeting, I hugged her neck and she whispered "Thank you," very emotionally, although I'd done nothing at all. But it was a galvanizing moment for me. I realized my own purpose. I don't want to work in a facility. I want to be in home health. I want to help people go home.