Easier to have some faith

Facebook is ridiculous in a lot of ways, but a lot of folks from my past have found me, and that's mostly gratifying. For those whose gratification escapes me there is the "hide" button. Yesterday, a woman "friended" me and I had to go look to see who she was. One look at her kids and I knew, she was a girl I worked with when I was a new social worker still working at child psychiatry and then doing street outreach.

I won't recount her story here. I'd probably get it wrong, because I wasn't involved in all of it. She experienced unspeakable trauma and for a while used her wit and intellect to protect her awful secrets and her family. Later she used the same wit and intellect to find herself and to heal. The message from facebook was about how she turned out "okay" and had a family and beautiful children who are safe and healthy. She lives nearby and is a professional who works to help children. I am guessing she's on to most of their tricks. I am sure she gives them much of her very large heart.

I used to have an imaginary house on a hill in my mind with a great big porch and a long grassy lawn, and I populated it with kids I knew who I felt needed to escape from their lives and be appreciated. I supposed it was a mental excercise that allowed me to rescue them, even though I could only do a little in real life.

In the end it's not about rescue, of course. I can do what I do because I've been around long enough to observe that people rescue themselves. They grow stronger and healthier and heal themselves. Like the rest of us, they come to approximate normalcy and often to find the things in they long for - family, love, safety, joy.

She thanked me in her message, and she's welcome. I am a priveleged observer.