I am an old soul. It is a good feeling to know exactly what and who you are and how you determined your own point of view in this world. The initial encounters in my nursing career were always beneficial in understanding myself. After graduating from college and moving on to hospital nursing, it occurred to me I enjoyed one on one time with my patients that were geriatrics the most. I loved hearing an 85 year old’s perspective on life. Getting older can be a joy. This was a good lesson to learn early on.
Blogging is a vehicle that I enjoyed utilizing in the last few years. In the fringes of life and just holding on with a pen in hand, I can truly say my blog was a godsend. As the moments of my life converged into a simple exercise on thoughts put to paper, I worked toward illustrating my ordinary moments as extraordinary with eyes wide open to the vastness of those everyday experiences. That was intentional on my part. After all, most life is ordinary and only a tiny portion of is extraordinary.
The school hallway was packed with students. Working my way through the corridor to my next class, a boy grabbed me in my crotch. I turned my head around quickly to see the perpetrator. It was shocking to me that anyone would even consider grabbing me in that region of my body.
Me Who? The world was a different place back then. Who would care about me?