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The blogs about Hope made me remember some other special people that I’ve known in my life. This time I’m going to change the name of the person for reasons you will soon see.
At the ripe old age of 22 I saw a billboard stating volunteer legal guardians were needed in my area. Wanting to give back to the community, I decided to give it a shot. It was nothing like I expected.
Legal guardians were needed for people that were deemed incompetent, wards of the state, most had mental issues. After six weeks of night classes, I was ready to go. I would be matched up with a person and I would then be responsible for the person’s medical paperwork. I didn’t have to pay their bills and wasn’t responsible for anything financial, I just had to sign paperwork for anything medical.
I’m not sure exactly how they did the matching or how they picked the person I was assigned to but her name was Emma and she had sixteen different
personalities. I received a folder showing me a picture of Emma and telling me about her background and the traits of each personality. Reading her file was
fascinating. Emma was ten years older than me and weighed 350 pounds. My task was to take her on two outings per month and to take care of signing any medical paperwork.
Because I never knew which personality I would be picking up, I never knew what to expect. I always let Emma choose our outing destinations. We went to local diners, malls, pet stores, parks or anywhere we could find a bench where we could sit down and talk.
The one outing I remember most was going to the
airport for coffee. It cost me more to park that day than it did for the coffee. As we entered people were scurrying around pulling their bags behind them.
Everyone seemed to be in a hurry except us. We sat in the coffee shop for over an hour with a perfect view of the planes taking off on one side and the entrance on the other. We talked about where the planes might be going and what the people might be doing once they reached their destination. Emma’s personality that day was that of a sixteen year old boy.
I did such a good job with Emma that I was asked
to take on another case, one complete with phone calls from hospitals and police in the middle of the night. This case involved me standing up to judges and the legal system. I’ll tell you about it tomorrow.
British Word of the Day – Sod
The British use this word a few different ways. For them it means a chunk of grass like it does for us, but they also use it in place of the F-word. They say things like “sod off” and “sod you.” And this is interesting; I heard that Brits don’t tip in restaurants.
This is called “sod all” meaning nothing.