As I walked past the jail, I noticed that someone was trying to get my attention. Looking up, I saw a client, sitting there in the little paper booties and pajamas. Turns out she spent the weekend in jail, so I spent a couple of minutes comforting her, and continued on my way. As I got ready to cross the jail parking lot, I noticed a man getting out of a truck, a recently discharged client who I had been thinking about, wondering how heavily he had been sentenced. Took a minute to reinforce his positive spin on the situation, even though he had been given almost a year in jail, and continued on my way.
It only took me a moment to realize that somewhere in the two interractions, I had lost the hopeless sad feeling I had been wrapping myself in.
Thank you creator for your synchronistic wake up call. Thank you for helping me remember some perspective, and to remind me that I don't ruin everything I touch.
I had to laugh when the next song the iPod played (on shuffle) was You'll Never Walk Alone. Just in case I needed another reminder.