Clipped
Sitting at my desk feeling good that I am getting more done than I had anticipated. It's such a good feeling when the day moves fast and you get a lot accomplished. People are getting help. Work is getting done. All is right with the world.
It generally goes:
Open file-
Remove paper clip.
Move first 3 pages.
Skim police report.
Call victim.
I'm going about this- business as usual. I open the file and toss the paperclip into the 'paperclip basket.'
It then occurs to me that I have never acquired paperclips from office supplies.
All the paperclips I have are a file. They are all a single reported act of violence.
The moment passes for me but for so many it's anything from just another day-in-the-life to the day their life changed. . . .
"I can be changed by what happens to me, I refuse to be reduced by it." -Maya Angelou
It generally goes:
Open file-
Remove paper clip.
Move first 3 pages.
Skim police report.
Call victim.
I'm going about this- business as usual. I open the file and toss the paperclip into the 'paperclip basket.'
It then occurs to me that I have never acquired paperclips from office supplies.
All the paperclips I have are a file. They are all a single reported act of violence.
The moment passes for me but for so many it's anything from just another day-in-the-life to the day their life changed. . . .
"I can be changed by what happens to me, I refuse to be reduced by it." -Maya Angelou
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2 comments:
thanks for the reminder, mama. it's so easy to get caught up in the "work" of this work and forget who we are "working" for.
Wow, that is such a powerful image.
Mel
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