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At work as a support worker, I get to know my clients adventures, milestones and misfortunes. Sad, but thats true. But it depends on how you look at it really. But on my second day of duty I met another lady on the job who was keen to help me and assist me with the personal care duty and I really appreciate it. We talked and share few thing as a get to know each other then she gradually opened up that had it not for her big accident, she won’t be working there. She fell off from a balcony in the apartment while she was drunk. She showed me her face as proof saying the doctors did an excellent job on her face, I said …what have you got? a

plastic surgery in Chicago

? And she said nope, just in Melbourne, 5 years ago.
And lucky enough her boyfriend’s apartment where she had an accident is just in front of a big hospital and she thinks, that was really ahndy at that very moment when she cling for her life.

And so, that was the first my first real encounter with a person who had done a plastic surgery.

It’s a nice day from where I am currently sitting. Have clean up the kitchen bench and cleared the dishes and while the clothes are drying and dishwasher is in full cycle, I decided to sit down in front of my computer, grab the keyboard and tink, start this blog and get it running.

The first sentence I just typed was finished with the Song “You’re Still You” by Josh Groban.. So I must write my topic focusing on me, you and us! So I think I am in the right direction now, thanks to itunes, providing me music and inspiration when things are quiet blurry and while am still slooking for a chance to string my words all together and finish this up.

It took a while to get back to writing, but I’ll say I was also busy with other important things. Sometime in January I found an ad in the local newspaper for those who are interested to become Disability Support Workers in a nearby not for profit organisation. I took the chance and I went to the information session then it all started from there. It’s nearly three months now since then.

The job is not the one I thought I would be doing, but I don’t look at it as “just a job” either. I work with people with physical and mental disabilities. For me what it requires most is patience. I think and believe I’ve got some of it but I don’t have the heart to stay in it. If you know what I mean, but most times that I am with them, I am grateful for what I’ve got, that I am blessed physicaly and mentally.

I learned to acknowledge my wonderful being. That so far, all my nerves are functioning. That I am free to go in the sun, get out in the rain, walk in the sand, smell and feel the air, dip myself in the water, I can run and chase my children, I enjoy my walk to work and I can see the leaves moving, listen to the birds singing and smile to all the walkers I meet or greet them a happy wonderful “g’day”.

All the clients I am sure, are grateful for their chance to be in this world too, appreciate what they have been given, for another chance of life, making the best of what they got and appreciate the fact that there are people who are supporting them each day…

Little do they know, how much they changed people’s perception on living life and loving it. I am one of them.