Prayers From The Heart

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The sick, the depressed, and the diseases that I worked around were sometimes difficult. At times, it would be hard for me to digest all at once. I had been working at the local hospital for four and half years. I worked for housekeeping. My job called for a lot of things. Frankly, the job called for too much for one person to do, but I did my job and there were some parts of it that I loved and some parts of it that I hated. But I guess that goes with most everyone that works on a public job. Sometimes you just have to swallow a lot of bull. Some nights when I went into work, I just wanted to turn around and go right back home. There were times that I wouldn't even get into my department before I was being paged. Well, they would just have to wait, I'd tell myself. But as usual, I would pick up the phone and dial the department that would be paging for housekeeping. My work was rather interesting. You would meet all kinds of people and there were times that I would have to go off somewhere and cry. I had to learn to control my emotions while working there. I loved the people that I worked with, but sometimes I would think that they didn't give a hoot about me. I was soon to find out how wrong I was in having feelings such as that.