I work at an Open Door School called “last chance saloon” by some. It's true that people here are seekers. They lost their way and by going back to school, it's like backtracking to a time when things made sense, when there was some predictability. Kind of like...“where was I again...?”.
I am here to provide support, that's my job. It's wonderful to watch people find themselves again, it's a privledge at times. Many of my students suffer from bipolar/manic depression. They are like Michael, brilliant, exciting,incredibly passionate but when they are in pain there is none other like it.
Recently one of my guys was almost stabbed to death. He believes now that he was spared for a reason. His heart stopped twice on the table. He said “I think God spared me because I am supposed to talk to the kids about my life.” (He is 34 now)
I have grown attached to a line in “never tear us apart”...it seems to suit my guys..“all of us have wings.....some of us just don't know why”.
My job is to help them find their wings....it's a beautiful moment when it happens.
Thanks for the Wings
I am here to provide support, that's my job. It's wonderful to watch people find themselves again, it's a privledge at times. Many of my students suffer from bipolar/manic depression. They are like Michael, brilliant, exciting,incredibly passionate but when they are in pain there is none other like it.
Recently one of my guys was almost stabbed to death. He believes now that he was spared for a reason. His heart stopped twice on the table. He said “I think God spared me because I am supposed to talk to the kids about my life.” (He is 34 now)
I have grown attached to a line in “never tear us apart”...it seems to suit my guys..“all of us have wings.....some of us just don't know why”.
My job is to help them find their wings....it's a beautiful moment when it happens.
Thanks for the Wings