Bob made a very nice comment on my last post. I'm moving on, but I'm really going to miss my coworkers at the Tractor Supply. I've enjoyed working there, and I will say what I have always said: that the employees were great fun, and the customers...well...they're a different customer base than I've ever dealt with before. I have come to believe that this is because they are farmers, or animal lovers, and that this is what sets them apart. Truly, I believe that I can honestly count the number of awful customers I've had on just two hands. That's after two years. They are a good people, solid and grounded, and a lot of fun. I will miss them too.
But Bob closed his comment with: "Hopefully the touching, heartfelt stories of your new endeavors won't stop. And as long as you keep writing 'em, I'll keep reading 'em."
You know, in my new field, I am surrounded by stories, powerful stories. Some really great stuff out there. Working with the population that I've worked with, I've become privy to stories that are great cautionary tales, or stories to make you look at people differently. Stories that make me go, "Hmmmm." Stories that illustrate and underscore questions in my own life. Enlightening stories. Optimistic stories. Sad stories. Holy cow. I'm up to my eyeballs in stories so rich and wonderful that they have changed my own life.
...I cannot tell them. It would be a violation of patient confidentiality.
How does a story teller deal with this? It's confounding sometimes. I'll find myself listening, enthralled, but all the while, I am so very aware that the story is not mine to tell, that no matter how much the world would benefit from hearing such a story, I cannot tell it.