By a clock she keeps time and by the vibration of her blackberry she tracks each message.
By the ring of her phone she continues to help. But it’s her small frame in the edge of the seat, she loses herself to.
These margins exist. They are not meant to contain us but to assure us, that in that moment; that moment is mine.
It’s the way she can read body movement, eye twitching, sadness around the mouth and a head held down.
Not knowing what the unknown at that moment will bring is the strength she assures each session to be.
A power from the education of past educator’s who have educated her. The development of knowledge through a sense of understandings, of hearing and sight.
Oh these margins exist. They are not meant to contain us but to assure us, that in that moment; that moment is mine.
Oh… don’t mistake her for being a push over, for her wit, says other wise.
Her perception and expression speaks louder then the advice she might give.
Her observation is unique and her hope is inspiring. It locks you to want to know; that of tomorrow and deal with yesterday.
Even as a professional she can’t help to be a friend. Someone to rely on, to speak to, to lean on. Even as a professional she is my friend.
Not one you would hang with, share with, spend off business hours with. No…she is not that type of friend. Her Hearing is just to listen… to me.
She is the one you want to visit during business hours with. Spoken words she brings to a close mind.
And yet all this takes place while she sits at the edge of her seat, losing herself in each conversation.
There is no mistaking in her duty; there is no wonder in her time. There is no discomfort.
Only humility takes place and only modest opinions play a role.
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