That Rare Call

My day starts.

And it starts the same way every day.

I’m grateful for a good job.

And I’m grateful I have the opportunity to make a difference.

And then the calls come in.

Calls for help.  Calls to fix it and fix it now.

Demanding calls and CYA calls.

I get calls that tell me things I will never, ever, be able to unhear.

I get calls where I just don’t understand someone’s need to be rude.

I have moments when I don’t know if I can pick that phone up one more time.

 

I get calls that break my heart and bring tears to my eyes.

I have moments when I pray for that phone to not ring again the rest of the day.

 I have “I better get comfortable for this call” calls.

There are some calls that are quite baffling.  I’ll just let you be curious about those.

I’m fortunate when I get the ‘throw back my head and laugh’ calls.

But the rarest of calls.

That one out of 100.

Sometimes one out of 1000 calls.

Is what makes me get up every day.

And do it all again.