“How’d the day go?”
Peering around the corner of the doorway was head director of the clinic Tom Haskins. His tall physical figure was imbued by an invisible clear, clean and welcoming presence of an field of energy that helped make the otherwise draining work environment, a pleasure to be part of.
“Good, good I am just getting ready to call it a day”.
Moving to join me in the kitchen, Tom settled his six-foot plus frame against the counter while his hands found the comforts of his trouser pockets.
“Got favor to ask, it seems our Sharon is yet the next in line to throw in the towel as far dealing with one of her patients. She has been at longer than anyone but she had asked me if you could take some of the pressure off her heavy work load?”
Tom reference was directed towards a long-term patient that all staff members through the years had at one point or another spent time with. His kind refused to open up at all and seemed to take on defiance for the help provided. Instead, this patent preferred to hold his ground in silence, always cut off and remained away and out of reach.
Nodding in acceptance, I felt I was ready for more of challenge than what was being offered thus far.
