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It's All About Perspective

Last week in my observations, we worked with a sweet, sweet lady. I've worked with her a few times before. She is legally blind, 95 years old and has had her hip dislocated over 13 times. Other than that, she is very alert, has a great sense of humor and still gets around very well on her own. She has had a rough life, she was widowed very young with three small daughters. All she knew how to be when her husband died was a housewife - so she had to go back to school and get an education and then enter the workforce to support her family. She never remarried but she lived life to it's fullest, always up for whatever next great adventure lie ahead. She is a great patient and always has a great story to tell and a positive outlook on life.

For therapy this past week, the therapist asked her what question she would ask a potential employee if she were interviewing them for a job. Her response, "Do you fool around after work?" It was so uncharacteristic that the therapist and I couldn't stop laughing - we definitely didn't see that coming. And she chuckled to herself a little bit - thinking she was pretty funny.

A little while later, the therapist asked her what questions she would ask the employer if she were interviewing for a position at their company. Her response, "How many single guys work here?" Again we laughed - we should have expected it, but we still didn't see it coming. But it was even funnier when the therapist started writing that down on the paper as one of her questions, she grabbed his hand and said, adamantly, through her chuckling, "Don't write that down! I would NEVER ask them that!"

Comments

Unknown said…
ha! I like her.

okay...I need to get a better perspective....
-M- said…
I love it! She sounds like such a great lady!
Baby Sister said…
I love it. She sounds like an awesome lady. :)

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