Tuesday, February 7, 2012
You know, being a social worker is really hard. There have really been times when I have wondered if I am cut out for it. We have to deal with all of the bad stuff in the world. As my professor said in my intro to sexual abuse class, it is often hard to be positive and not constantly worry about friends, families, our children, and ourselves. Sitting in class, I realized how blessed I am. I have come to this realization many times in my life- I am not that blind- but I think sometimes I get caught up in life and I often forget this. There is so much pain, hatred, and envy in this world, but there is also so much love, happiness, beauty, and peace in this world as well. There are so many good people out there and I'm grateful to have so many of those good people in my life. Being a social worker gives me the opportunity to work with so many special people. Yes, I may hear a lot of bad things throughout the day, but I also get to hear a lot of the good stories, too, and I think that's what's most important.
Posted by Jenny at 7:45 PM