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Getting sad...


This is my last Friday as the Family Support Coordinator at Shepherd Center. It is really starting to make me a little teary. The past 22 months here have been some of the most amazing, difficult, incredible, inspiring and growth-related times of my whole life. Some days were filled with heavy hearts, while others gave way to witnessing literal walking miracles. I've made more friends, laughed more times, and been given an everlasting important perspective that I had never experienced before working at Shepherd. This family-started hospital has left a true imprint on my heart that I can never express my appreciation for enough. WARNING:  .... I'm about to get a little sappy, so if you hate sap, skim over the next couple of sentences....
On a personal level, the past year and a half has been one of the most difficult while one of the most amazing in all my long 25 years of life. Yet, it was truly a gift from God that I was working at a place like Shepherd during this time. Everyone I work with at Shepherd including all the volunteers, patients and families made coming to work an absolute blessing. When you are working in such a bless that gives hope to people in some of their darkest hours, and brings life back to those who thought nothing was left, it presents you with a fresh perspective on what is really worth anything in this life. It is so easy to get consumed with ourselves and make things a bigger deal than they actually are in reality, and I pray that I can bring this perspective with me throughout my entire life. I have gained invaluable experiences and skills with my position at Shepherd, and I am excited to bring all I've learned to the classroom as I seek to make a difference in young lives!

Okay.... enough of the tears. Life is all about change and thus I roll with the punches, change with the wind, and prepare to embark on the next chapter of life...
I know it will be filled with many more challenges, exciting stories and new opportunities to grow!
More to come.....

CubBuster

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