So something happened at work that has upset the delicate sense of reason and balance that I currently possess. I really shouldn’t talk about it, but I’m going to anyway. You’ll have to deal with my vague translation of events.
First off, you have to remember that I teach in a residential treatment facility that serves children with behavioral and emotional needs that can’t be met in a regular school system. I work with hurt children- children who have been hurt, children who hurt others.
One of my students hurt another child. The student hurt a member of his treatment foster family- and it was bad. It was so bad that the student was forced to move out- basically kicked out of the home that he’s been living in for the past 3.5 years- the only home he has known that wasn’t surrounded by hurt and fear and unimaginable pain.
He was put in one of our residences for a crisis stay, and then yesterday he was taken from my classroom in the middle of the morning and securely transported to another facility. He had no chance to say goodbye, no chance to grieve, no chance to process the pain that he felt at having to leave the only place he has ever felt safe.
And I’m grieving because I cared for this young man. I’m sad because I care for the rest of my students who are scared and confused by his disappearance. I’m sad for the little boy that was hurt by my student- his childhood was forever altered. Mostly I’m sad for my student. I just don’t see any way for him to recover from this- I cannot see a future for him at all.
And I'm sad for you.
And really, really in awe of you.
Because you have such a big, huge, gigantic heart and you keep putting it out there on a daily basis dealing and opening yourself up to things that would make most of us run like hell.
I don't know what happened,obviously.
But I also know that love can change things.
And I know you have a whole world of it in that tiny little body of yours.
Tiny little body, enormous heart.
Lisa said...
1:42 PM