I am sitting here today with my Mom in Rm. 706, looking out over a Midwestern Indian Summer Day. The smell of pumpkins and Halloween are in the air, but summer grips her last days with gusto. Like the seasons, life seems to pass so quickly. No wonder potential employers have trouble remembering USA time zones! Dazed with hundreds of applicants from around the country, they probably need a GPS to navigate through the piles, let alone set up coast-to-coast interviews.
One reader commented that my opening “statement” showed anger. Well, having been laid off for odious reasons, unemployed for six months, living through my Dad’s death and now my Mom’s cancer battle, having faced my own cancer scare, moved twice, nearly lost my best friend, endured the sale of my childhood home – blah blah. I suppose one could be a bit angry. Primal issues have been running amuck in my life.
But as I sit with my Mom I feel calm. We have been talking about my upcoming interviews, a generic hospital table Ms. Debbie insists is an ironing board, the joys of thickened coffee and how we are going to deal with her two black toes. The cancer is GONE! But man, the residual damage is scary – and in my Mom’s case, possibly crippling.
The bottom line: All that has happened has led to this time with my Mom.
We are in our own time zone now. In a funny way, all is peaceful here.
SJA
Nice Jim.
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