Paul's Passing Thoughts

Tales of Family Come True Just in Time

Posted in Uncategorized by Paul M. Dohse Sr. on December 31, 2017

We will call her “Betty.” Every morning I enter into her reality; the day will be on her terms accordingly. Usually, with a smile and glimmering eyes, she will tell fantastic tales about her family, and their plans for the day. As the day progresses, reality gives way to disappointment; no family members are arriving to take her to some colossal family gathering. Such sadness runs in the background, but like most days, there will be no time for the aide to ponder on it.

As if being a nurse aide is not challenging enough, most aides are from the so-called millennial generation. For the most part, they are arrogant, entitled, heartless, disingenuous, and just plain mean. And for whatever reason, they display little respect for previous generations. And on this particular day, these savages were on the warpath for whatever reasons their agenda-driven minds were conjuring up to afflict others who don’t meet their standards, viz, everyone but their usual enablers.

And on this particular day, their nasty petulance was sucking the life out of everything in the facility and making it a miserable experience. This is where we will talk about the importance of focus and how the stinking thinking of others can cause us to lose it. We do what we do for particular reasons that result in self satisfaction, a feeling of accomplishment, and purpose. Consequently, OTHERS will be the primary joy thieves.

So, it was one of those days; I allowed others to drag me into their miserable, joyless existence. I lost my focus. I forgot why I was there, and replaced the real purpose with a purpose to merely survive the day.

Then it happened, just like that. A couple, probably in their 40’s, and conveying a very strong presence, came walking down the hallway and approached me. “Excuse me, could you tell us how to find Betty?” “Betty?” I asked. “What do you want with her?” They answered, “Well, we are her family, and we are here to see her.”

‘Oh!, I see, um, yes, she said something about going to a family party, are you here to take her to the party?’

“No, we are not able to go to the party, but we are here to visit her, others will be along shortly to take her to the family party.”

‘So, there is really a party?’

“Yes, there is really a party.”

Yet full of doubt and unmeasured joy, I led them to Betty. When she saw them, I could swear her joy set the universe on fire; at least my universe. And when the other family members came to take her to the party, and I saw it with my own eyes, I believed. Her joyful demeanor while being pushed along in her wheelchair will be forever burned in mind.

And then I remembered the purpose. It overwhelmed my soul like a powerful flood. This is why I am here. This is my reward. In an instant, the monsters who stole my purpose were revealed for what they are; insignificant stray dogs barking at the moon.

Betty’s tales of love and purpose, come true, not only reinvigorated me that day, actually, yesterday, but I wonder if I will ever lose focus again.

And if you will excuse me, I must leave for work…

Betty’s tales of yesterday await me.



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  1. John said, on December 31, 2017 at 11:28 AM

    1) Who are the idiots, in general, who employ these typical arrogant, petulant, entitled, heartless, disingenuous, mean, millennial fools? Do they see themselves in them?

    2) Bless the work you do, Paul, and for sharing in such an honest manner.

    3) Bless Betty. I admit; her story has made me cry.


    • republican mother said, on January 3, 2018 at 12:13 PM

      Who are the idiots that employ them? Older idiots just like them I’d imagine.

      So happy to hear that Betty’s dream came true and Paul was there in the thick of it to report on it.


      • John said, on January 4, 2018 at 7:31 AM



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