I hear stories all the time from my clients. The hours sat waiting for the doctor means hours of chat . 

We find as companions chatting makes the hours go away faster. It also helps to distract the client. To relax them. To make them laugh momentarily.

The stories give glimpses into their lives. What they go through. How they cope. 

If we had to swap shoes I don’t think I’d cope. I don’t know how they do it. 

I’ve got all of my senses and faculties and I find it hard some days. Yet all of them with their disabilities still manage to live. Manage to do more than just live. 

They participate . They thrive. They are an inspiration to all of us, the able bodied. Now that’s something.

Today I had to comfort a young one who’s losing their sight. I told them the world is yours go and grab it. Don’t let your disability get in the way. Well something along that line. I used an example of a deaf and blind client that went swimming with the whales. Even I haven’t done that. 

The few hours spent together let me see who they are. They’ve got the stubbornness, the tenacity to go after what they want. The persistence to make things happen. Even if it is only to fight and keep on fighting their condition to live in this able bodied world. 

I’m glad I accepted the booking. They needed us badly . I nearly didn’t accept it for it fell outside our 48 hours minimum. Then the booking was one way. I only said yes thinking it was one way. 

When I found out it was both ways it was too late to retract. It didn’t start the way that it should have . 

Hopefully I’ve given them hope that we are there for them. That they can rely on us. That today and further days we can help lift that load off their shoulders. 

That’s why I do what I do. It’s not for the hugs and the thank yous but for making a difference.