So I'm in China. Alive and well. If you want pictures, you'll have to check out facebook. If you want stories, I will hopefully get around to telling some here, but also feel free to email or text me. I've been journaling a bunch while I'm here, and I meant to blog too, but my computer's battery promptly died upon being back here, so I have to blog from my phone, and that's a tough way to type haha. But I'm struggling through it right now, so maybe you'll hear from me again before too long.
The thing I want to talk about today actually has nothing to do with China. I just wanted to share something that I think is very important. There was a long thought process behind this (starting with some stupid article I found on facebook that made me worry for a minute that I might be a disappointment to my mom and dad), but this is the end result:
I am comfortable with who I am and the life I live and most of the choices I've made. I don't see eye to eye with some of the LDS teachings, and I love some of the LDS teachings. I'm grateful for the music I've found and incorporated into my life, and there are many people who I've met who have changed the way I think and I'm grateful for those growths. I'm proud of those growths. I've made a lot of choices in my life that lots of people think are mistakes, but I stand by every single one of them, and although I have actually had people think less of me for my belief in God, or for listening to rap music, or any number of other things, I hope someday we can all have the ability to not care about what other people are doing with their lives and focus on what you're doing with your own life.
Because as I see it, the choices I make in my life don't matter nearly as much as why I made those choices, and I made my choices for myself, not for validation from someone. And to compare me to anyone else would be an insult to us both. The only competition I need in my life is with myself. The only choices I feel I've made that were poor are the times when I knew I could give 95% of my effort, and I chose to only give 60, the moments where I looked at someone who needed me, and I had the time to help, but chose to walk away instead.
I will fix those choices, but putting off school to go travel the world or prioritizing climbing over homework? Those were my choices, and they are no one else's business, and I am happy to accept the consequences of my choices. That's why I made them.
And I suppose, if you really want to make them your business, then go ahead and judge me off what you see. I'll just be over here continuing on with my life.
Showing posts with label Being Better. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Being Better. Show all posts
Apr 25, 2015
May 25, 2014
Just some personal values before I get ready for work/church/barbecue.
A couple years ago we made a Personal Creed at church, similar to one that the early prophets had. It's just something we were supposed to say we'd live by, and we got a pretty card to write it on, and I still actually really like mine, so here it is.
- I would strive to serve others at all times.
- I would give excess money to programs to help the needy of the world.
- I would constantly strive to better myself physically, spiritually, mentally and emotionally.
- I would not force others to abide by me and my standards, but show love to all.
- I would have courage.
- I would rely on the Lord for direction in my life.
- I would never cease to be an example.
- I would go out of my way to make others feel welcome in my home and life.
And then here's this, just for fun. It's the Dauntless Manifesto (or at least, the parts I don't particularly disagree with).
- We believe that justice is more important than peace.
- We believe in freedom from fear, in denying fear the power to influence our decisions.
- We believe in ordinary acts of bravery, in the courage that drives one person to stand up for another.
- We believe in acknowledging fear and the extend to which it rules us.
- We believe in facing that fear no matter what the cost to our comfort, our happiness, or even our sanity.
- We believe in shouting for those who can only whisper, in defending those who cannot defend themselves.
- We believe, not just in bold words, but in bold deeds to match them.
- We believe that pain and death are better than cowardice and and inaction because we believe in action.
- We do not believe in living comfortable lives.
- We do not believe in empty heads, empty mouths, or empty hands.
- We do not believe that learning to master violence encourages unnecessary violence.
- We do not believe that we should be allowed to stand idly by.
- We do not believe that any other virtue is more important than bravery.
But... but this means I can't be lazy.
Yesterday was a pretty busy day at work. We were really busy on and off throughout the day, but what made me, at least, extra busy is how much training I was doing. The first thing I did was a class, which was a lot of fun and I got to climb for it, and then I cleaned and did a belay assessment for the next couple hours, and then I did a ton of training with one of our new kids. It was fun, we did a mock rock climbing party. All a lovely day. But I was pretty tired by the time I got off at 3:30. It was nice to finally get to go home.
So nice that I thought, with the babysitting money I made the other day, I'd stop at Family Dollar on the way home and pick up some treat (hot cheetos and the movie Fired Up). The rest of my day was going to consist of watching the movie and How I Met Your Mother. It was going to be glorious.
Which obviously means that I will be called back into work. Not ten minutes after I got home, I got a call from PDRC. Oh no. I answer the phone, and it's my boss.
"This is Bridget."
"Hi Bridget, this is Tony."
"Hey Tony, what's up?"
"I'm calling because we're having a bit of a scheduling [at this point in my life, I realize I have no idea how to spell this word... snaphue? snafoo? hm.] at BCC and we were wondering if you'd be available to work from, well, now until, I'm not really sure, maybe 8 or 8:30?"
"Uh, what would I be doing?" I feel the need to emphasize here that I don't actually work at BCC. I was hired to work the rock wall at PDRC, and then I volunteered to close the building at BCC for my bosses, but my job is still really just at the rock wall. I don't know how to do any of the jobs that exist at BCC. The other day, someone asked me if I could cover his kitchen duty shift, and I have absolutely no idea what that even means. I don't know what that would entail, I was not trained for it, I don't even know 100% where that would be. Yes, hello, Bridget? Would you mind flying this plane full of people to Dublin? And actually, I was already working when he needed me to cover, so I couldn't on two counts, but it was still kinda intimidating that he'd even think to ask me. I don't work with you! Stop thinking of me as your coworker! You don't think of Tracey or Adam as your coworkers, why me?
"It's a rental, I think there's a birthday party or graduation party or something."
"Ok. I can do that, I live about 40 minutes away, and I'm not actually sure what all that entails. I've never been trained for it or anything."
"Sure, I think it's mostly just about checking in with the party when it starts and making sure they have everything they need." You can do it, you've flown in planes before. To Dublin, even! Plus, you know how to drive a car, right?
"Alright..."
"You're the first person I've called," Why, are you trying to punish me for something? "and if you can't, that's ok, I thought I'd see if you're still around and not doing anything and wanted to cover it." Hm. I wish I possessed the ability to say no to covering a shift without feeling guilty about it.
"Yeah, sure I can come in."
"Great! I'll tell them at BCC that you'll be in about 5:15."
There's just something about being able to work-- not having other plans-- and having someone call me or talk to me in person to ask if I can work... I feel so guilty if I say no. They're in need! I need to help them! If they're asking me, they must be desperate! The closest I ever get to saying no when I'm available is, "I can, just this is the only day I have off in ---- weeks," and then they try to see if anyone else can cover instead of me. But I'm still fully prepared to go in if they need me to.
Anyway, I heat up a breakfast burrito since I haven't eaten since breakfast, and I get back in my car and head down to BCC.
When I get there, I walk down the hallway to where I'm pretty sure I'll meet up with everyone who needs to talk to me and tell me what exactly I'm doing. And as I do so, the girl who I thought I was relieving sees me.
"Oh, Bridget, I didn't call you in time."
"What?"
"Melanie's here, she came for her shift, you can go home."
Grumble grumble.
Haha. In her defense, the girl I was coming in to cover for offered to let me stay and work if I wanted to so I wouldn't have driven all the way out for nothing. But no, no no no, I'm ok. I really don't want a sense of a purpose that much actually.
However, I also didn't actually want to have driven all the way out to Broomfield for nothing, so I stopped at the rec center to climb. Fortunately, while I was there, I was talking to my boss and told him about what happened, and he let me add an extra half hour of pay for the day for driving out there (and also for bringing in some traffic cones from a blood drive that was going on earlier). Quite nice, and then I also convinced one of my coworkers to stay and climb with me after the wall closed, because we were busy for the last half hour I was there, so I couldn't get a belay from the guy who was working, and I didn't want to just climb the autobelay.
So what would have been the most obnoxious night ever turned out to be a really nice night, actually. Still makes for a fun story to tell, though.
So nice that I thought, with the babysitting money I made the other day, I'd stop at Family Dollar on the way home and pick up some treat (hot cheetos and the movie Fired Up). The rest of my day was going to consist of watching the movie and How I Met Your Mother. It was going to be glorious.
Which obviously means that I will be called back into work. Not ten minutes after I got home, I got a call from PDRC. Oh no. I answer the phone, and it's my boss.
"This is Bridget."
"Hi Bridget, this is Tony."
"Hey Tony, what's up?"
"I'm calling because we're having a bit of a scheduling [at this point in my life, I realize I have no idea how to spell this word... snaphue? snafoo? hm.] at BCC and we were wondering if you'd be available to work from, well, now until, I'm not really sure, maybe 8 or 8:30?"
"Uh, what would I be doing?" I feel the need to emphasize here that I don't actually work at BCC. I was hired to work the rock wall at PDRC, and then I volunteered to close the building at BCC for my bosses, but my job is still really just at the rock wall. I don't know how to do any of the jobs that exist at BCC. The other day, someone asked me if I could cover his kitchen duty shift, and I have absolutely no idea what that even means. I don't know what that would entail, I was not trained for it, I don't even know 100% where that would be. Yes, hello, Bridget? Would you mind flying this plane full of people to Dublin? And actually, I was already working when he needed me to cover, so I couldn't on two counts, but it was still kinda intimidating that he'd even think to ask me. I don't work with you! Stop thinking of me as your coworker! You don't think of Tracey or Adam as your coworkers, why me?
"It's a rental, I think there's a birthday party or graduation party or something."
"Ok. I can do that, I live about 40 minutes away, and I'm not actually sure what all that entails. I've never been trained for it or anything."
"Sure, I think it's mostly just about checking in with the party when it starts and making sure they have everything they need." You can do it, you've flown in planes before. To Dublin, even! Plus, you know how to drive a car, right?
"Alright..."
"You're the first person I've called," Why, are you trying to punish me for something? "and if you can't, that's ok, I thought I'd see if you're still around and not doing anything and wanted to cover it." Hm. I wish I possessed the ability to say no to covering a shift without feeling guilty about it.
"Yeah, sure I can come in."
"Great! I'll tell them at BCC that you'll be in about 5:15."
There's just something about being able to work-- not having other plans-- and having someone call me or talk to me in person to ask if I can work... I feel so guilty if I say no. They're in need! I need to help them! If they're asking me, they must be desperate! The closest I ever get to saying no when I'm available is, "I can, just this is the only day I have off in ---- weeks," and then they try to see if anyone else can cover instead of me. But I'm still fully prepared to go in if they need me to.
Anyway, I heat up a breakfast burrito since I haven't eaten since breakfast, and I get back in my car and head down to BCC.
When I get there, I walk down the hallway to where I'm pretty sure I'll meet up with everyone who needs to talk to me and tell me what exactly I'm doing. And as I do so, the girl who I thought I was relieving sees me.
"Oh, Bridget, I didn't call you in time."
"What?"
"Melanie's here, she came for her shift, you can go home."
Grumble grumble.
Haha. In her defense, the girl I was coming in to cover for offered to let me stay and work if I wanted to so I wouldn't have driven all the way out for nothing. But no, no no no, I'm ok. I really don't want a sense of a purpose that much actually.
However, I also didn't actually want to have driven all the way out to Broomfield for nothing, so I stopped at the rec center to climb. Fortunately, while I was there, I was talking to my boss and told him about what happened, and he let me add an extra half hour of pay for the day for driving out there (and also for bringing in some traffic cones from a blood drive that was going on earlier). Quite nice, and then I also convinced one of my coworkers to stay and climb with me after the wall closed, because we were busy for the last half hour I was there, so I couldn't get a belay from the guy who was working, and I didn't want to just climb the autobelay.
So what would have been the most obnoxious night ever turned out to be a really nice night, actually. Still makes for a fun story to tell, though.
May 17, 2013
I would walk 500 miles.
Everyone remember this song? And this post?
I suppose this story actually starts quite a while ago. I think I was on facebook or something, and I came across some lovely lady's blog. It's called Can You Stay for Dinner. I thought it was incredibly interesting and fascinating. If you don't want to go through and read it, you don't have to. To sum up: it's a girl's blog who has struggled with her weight her entire life. She weighed like 250 lbs or something, and then she decided to change her life and she lost 130 lbs. It was largely done by realizing she likes running, and so she did that and ate healthier. She moved to Italy for a semester or year or something and didn't try restricting herself food-wise, but if there was ever anywhere she wanted to go, she walked there. Anywhere at all, she would walk.
Anyway, after a while, running stopped being fun for her. She was down to this nice weight, and she felt like if she stopped running, she'd gain all 130 lbs back, so she forced herself to run to the point that she wasn't happy anymore. Then she realized that she'd rather be happy and gain 5, 10, 15 lbs than be unhappy and thin. So she stopped running, (she might have still gone on walks every night, I can't recall) and she didn't actually gain any weight back at all. Sweet deal.
Then, I had this friend in high school who had some medical problems, and her doctors switched her from one birth control to another to another and yet another. So she gained a ton of weight, something like 60 lbs. Yet while I was in China, she lost 40 lbs of it, and has lost the last 15/20 lbs since, all just by going on walks with this kid she babysits. It's amazing! I was particularly impressed with her, because when I got back from China, I probably weighed the most I ever have in my life.
Fast forward to a couple weeks ago, I was reading through some old blogs, and I found the 4 sub-goals I made! I seriously completely forgot about them like two weeks after I wrote that blog. Which is sad, because I think they were good goals. I'll have to write them down somewhere that I can see them more often. Then sometime last week, I bought 500 Miles on my phone and I was listening to it on repeat.
Probably part of the reason I really like the Can You Stay for Dinner story and my friend's story is because I'm incredibly lazy. It's an art, really. I know I should be better, but I'm pretty happy with my life, and I'm not interested in changing a lot. It's probably best if I try to become less lazy, but I've tried to deny my laziness, and I've made the plans countless times to do P90X and eat 100% healthy and blah blah blah, and it's never worked out. I've made it work for about a month at a time, and then it all goes downhill. So instead of denying my laziness, I'm embracing it. :)
Since I started working at the rec center, I've tried to go in and "run" on the elliptical (the lazy man's workout. Seriously. You don't even have to lift up your feet) for an hour 3ish times a week. Once school started up, I would read my psych textbook at the same time. I've been alright with that. Not awesome, but better than I've ever been with any exercise program before. The reason I'd ever not go in is because it feels super ridiculous to drive 7.5 miles away to use an incredible amount of electricity for an hour, and then drive 7.5 miles back. I mean, why? Why drive somewhere and use my gas to workout for an hour on a machine, then drive back? I should just run to the rec center and call that good!
But I never would do that. I tried running back in November. It went like this: I left the house, ran down the street and to the other side of the elementary school, then turned around and came home. Haha. It was like that status update on facebook. "I went running today, but had to go home after two minutes because I forgot something. I forgot I'm fat and lazy and can't run for more than two minutes." Basically that was my exact experience. It was hilarious. And sad. At the same time.
It wasn't until last week when I was listening to 500 Miles on repeat (though no road trip; I was just sitting on my bed) that I realized a new goal! This will replace goal #3. Because I now realize I'm so lazy that I will never do P90X. Or if I do, it is not in the foreseeable future. (Speaking of, if anyone wants to borrow my copy indefinitely, I'd be happy to let someone get some use out of it. They really are good exercises.) What if I walked 500 miles. Right? I mean, right? I downloaded an app that will track how many miles I walk/run/bike/hike/whatever and how fast I do it, and it keeps track of personal goals for me. So I haven't set a date for when I want to walk 500 miles by, but I have the goal. Maybe by the end of the summer? I don't know. I'm trying to pick something reasonable. End of the year?
So my 4 goals, with slight tweaks, are now:
1- Eat things that make me feel good. I truly believe that eating out is not always the worst thing for you. I love eating at Five Guys and Chick Fil A and Chipotle because I never feel like I killed my soul and body after eating there. (I don't get the same impression from Wendy's or Taco Bell or Good Times, though.) And I do like to cook occasionally, but I can cook crap that's not really good for me as well. So there's a balance, and I don't believe it's as cut and dry as "fast food" or "homecooked." And I think I have to trust how I feel after I eat something to determine if it was a good choice or not.
2- Drink enough water everyday. Yes. Nothing new to report here. Same concept, just reiterated because, as mentioned before, I completely forgot about all these 4 goals about 2 weeks after posting this blog before.
3- Walk 500 miles.
4- Go to sleep at a consistent time every night. This one changed for a couple reasons. I've been going to Old Chicago every Thursday, and last night for instance, I didn't leave until 1 in the morning. I didn't get home until 1:30. I didn't go to bed until 2:15. I wasn't up all night on my computer or anything, but I just straight up don't get home early enough for this to be a good rule, especially with school being over and me not having to wake up at 5:30 anymore. And secondly, I want to start writing this summer. I've been reading a lot more since school ended (yesterday, ha), and if I want to start actually writing this amazing book that I've got planned out in my head, maybe I'll want to be on the computer writing until 10, 11, midnight. And I think that's fine. As long as I'm consistently going to bed and waking up throughout the week, and not selling my soul to facebook in the process, I think it's ok for me to write later in the night/evening or read my books on my phone. Since summer just started, I'm not sure what time it is that I'll be going to bed, but I'll figure it out.
The end. Any thoughts? Advice? Warnings? Stories?
I suppose this story actually starts quite a while ago. I think I was on facebook or something, and I came across some lovely lady's blog. It's called Can You Stay for Dinner. I thought it was incredibly interesting and fascinating. If you don't want to go through and read it, you don't have to. To sum up: it's a girl's blog who has struggled with her weight her entire life. She weighed like 250 lbs or something, and then she decided to change her life and she lost 130 lbs. It was largely done by realizing she likes running, and so she did that and ate healthier. She moved to Italy for a semester or year or something and didn't try restricting herself food-wise, but if there was ever anywhere she wanted to go, she walked there. Anywhere at all, she would walk.
Anyway, after a while, running stopped being fun for her. She was down to this nice weight, and she felt like if she stopped running, she'd gain all 130 lbs back, so she forced herself to run to the point that she wasn't happy anymore. Then she realized that she'd rather be happy and gain 5, 10, 15 lbs than be unhappy and thin. So she stopped running, (she might have still gone on walks every night, I can't recall) and she didn't actually gain any weight back at all. Sweet deal.
Then, I had this friend in high school who had some medical problems, and her doctors switched her from one birth control to another to another and yet another. So she gained a ton of weight, something like 60 lbs. Yet while I was in China, she lost 40 lbs of it, and has lost the last 15/20 lbs since, all just by going on walks with this kid she babysits. It's amazing! I was particularly impressed with her, because when I got back from China, I probably weighed the most I ever have in my life.
Fast forward to a couple weeks ago, I was reading through some old blogs, and I found the 4 sub-goals I made! I seriously completely forgot about them like two weeks after I wrote that blog. Which is sad, because I think they were good goals. I'll have to write them down somewhere that I can see them more often. Then sometime last week, I bought 500 Miles on my phone and I was listening to it on repeat.
Probably part of the reason I really like the Can You Stay for Dinner story and my friend's story is because I'm incredibly lazy. It's an art, really. I know I should be better, but I'm pretty happy with my life, and I'm not interested in changing a lot. It's probably best if I try to become less lazy, but I've tried to deny my laziness, and I've made the plans countless times to do P90X and eat 100% healthy and blah blah blah, and it's never worked out. I've made it work for about a month at a time, and then it all goes downhill. So instead of denying my laziness, I'm embracing it. :)
Since I started working at the rec center, I've tried to go in and "run" on the elliptical (the lazy man's workout. Seriously. You don't even have to lift up your feet) for an hour 3ish times a week. Once school started up, I would read my psych textbook at the same time. I've been alright with that. Not awesome, but better than I've ever been with any exercise program before. The reason I'd ever not go in is because it feels super ridiculous to drive 7.5 miles away to use an incredible amount of electricity for an hour, and then drive 7.5 miles back. I mean, why? Why drive somewhere and use my gas to workout for an hour on a machine, then drive back? I should just run to the rec center and call that good!
But I never would do that. I tried running back in November. It went like this: I left the house, ran down the street and to the other side of the elementary school, then turned around and came home. Haha. It was like that status update on facebook. "I went running today, but had to go home after two minutes because I forgot something. I forgot I'm fat and lazy and can't run for more than two minutes." Basically that was my exact experience. It was hilarious. And sad. At the same time.
It wasn't until last week when I was listening to 500 Miles on repeat (though no road trip; I was just sitting on my bed) that I realized a new goal! This will replace goal #3. Because I now realize I'm so lazy that I will never do P90X. Or if I do, it is not in the foreseeable future. (Speaking of, if anyone wants to borrow my copy indefinitely, I'd be happy to let someone get some use out of it. They really are good exercises.) What if I walked 500 miles. Right? I mean, right? I downloaded an app that will track how many miles I walk/run/bike/hike/whatever and how fast I do it, and it keeps track of personal goals for me. So I haven't set a date for when I want to walk 500 miles by, but I have the goal. Maybe by the end of the summer? I don't know. I'm trying to pick something reasonable. End of the year?
So my 4 goals, with slight tweaks, are now:
1- Eat things that make me feel good. I truly believe that eating out is not always the worst thing for you. I love eating at Five Guys and Chick Fil A and Chipotle because I never feel like I killed my soul and body after eating there. (I don't get the same impression from Wendy's or Taco Bell or Good Times, though.) And I do like to cook occasionally, but I can cook crap that's not really good for me as well. So there's a balance, and I don't believe it's as cut and dry as "fast food" or "homecooked." And I think I have to trust how I feel after I eat something to determine if it was a good choice or not.
2- Drink enough water everyday. Yes. Nothing new to report here. Same concept, just reiterated because, as mentioned before, I completely forgot about all these 4 goals about 2 weeks after posting this blog before.
3- Walk 500 miles.
4- Go to sleep at a consistent time every night. This one changed for a couple reasons. I've been going to Old Chicago every Thursday, and last night for instance, I didn't leave until 1 in the morning. I didn't get home until 1:30. I didn't go to bed until 2:15. I wasn't up all night on my computer or anything, but I just straight up don't get home early enough for this to be a good rule, especially with school being over and me not having to wake up at 5:30 anymore. And secondly, I want to start writing this summer. I've been reading a lot more since school ended (yesterday, ha), and if I want to start actually writing this amazing book that I've got planned out in my head, maybe I'll want to be on the computer writing until 10, 11, midnight. And I think that's fine. As long as I'm consistently going to bed and waking up throughout the week, and not selling my soul to facebook in the process, I think it's ok for me to write later in the night/evening or read my books on my phone. Since summer just started, I'm not sure what time it is that I'll be going to bed, but I'll figure it out.
The end. Any thoughts? Advice? Warnings? Stories?
Jul 21, 2012
I don't ask for much.
I'm sure everyone knows about the Aurora shooting. If you don't, you clearly live under a rock, and you should google it. Terrible thing, and since it's been so heavily on the news, I'm not going to go into details about it. There's just no need.
So I'm on facebook looking at people's statuses, and my school's official page has an update that says, "The MSU Denver community is mourning broadcast major Jessica Ghawi, one of the victims of the shooting in Aurora. Our thoughts and deepest sympathies go to Jessica's family, friends, and those whose lives she touched at MSU Denver. We will provide details on a memorial service when information becomes available. For those who need assistance, the Counseling Center is available at [--------], and their crisis number is [--------]."
I didn't know this girl. At least, the name didn't ring a bell, so I tried facebooking her to see if I recognized her picture, and instead, I found a RIP page dedicated to her. On it, they share her blog so you can read about her life.
I didn't know this girl. At least, the name didn't ring a bell, so I tried facebooking her to see if I recognized her picture, and instead, I found a RIP page dedicated to her. On it, they share her blog so you can read about her life.
3 weeks ago today there was a mall food court that was shot up in Toronto, and Jessica was there on vacation. I find it particularly heartbreaking that she avoided death and injury there just to die at the shooting the other night. For the record: No, I didn't know her. But she seems like an amazing girl, and I wish I had.
About the song and quote... I, personally, am fine. This tragedy hasn't ruined my life, but I know that what happened in that theater was terrifying for a lot of people. A lot of people feared they would die, or that their loved ones would die. And while I believe in eternity and that there's a life after this one, while I believe that someday, we'll all look back at Earth-life and realize how insignificant that short blip of time was, we're not at that point yet. Life on Earth is all I know-- it's all any of us know. And so when bad things happen here, it's life shattering. And someday it won't matter that much. But for now, it does. That's all that's important. Right now, it matters.
So that's all I mean by the song quote. I don't mean to imply that I'm scared of what's beyond my doors. I don't mean I fear that I or someone I know will die in a freak-shooting like this while in class or walking down the street. I recognize these are possibilities, but I don't think they're likely and I'm certainly not going to let the possibility of something bad happening stop me from doing something I love. I hope it won't stop those I love from doing something they love. What I mean by the quote is that I know bad things happen, and I know that it's painful for a lot of people out there. And I wish that it didn't have to be.
But, I suppose, that's actually part of why I'm going into the field I'm in. I won't be able to stop these things from happening, but with my job, I'll hopefully be able to bring some closure to those who experience these kinds of things. I'll be able to help them move on and move past the fear, so they can try to put back a semblance of the life they had before.
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