No More Retirement Center
I should be getting ready to go to the retirement center, but I’m not. Nope. I had to gently end that volunteer “job” in order to pursue real-life dreams and ventures. I probably would’ve stayed longer–probably should have stayed longer–but it was getting to the point where Mondays were begging me to work on important things around here that need my attention. Too, I could see there was never going to be an end to those sessions. One of the ladies refused to learn to crochet the way I tried to teach her. Instead, she’d do it her way then get so frustrated that she’d throw things like water bottles and cheap, hateful comments at me, blaming me for her own stubborness. Three months into it and she still wasn’t doing anything anywhere near the correct way, although, she did figure out the single crochet, but rather than let the wrists do the work, she’d literally pull each loop off the hook with her fingers. It was going to be a long autumn. Too long since I do have a lot of hooks in the yarn as it is.
In a way, I feel bad for leaving these two women, especially since one was actually learning. At the same time, I always had to hold her hand. I know you’re probably thinking I was dealing with the elderly, but I wasn’t. These two women were both in their 60s, if I were to guess. And neither suffered from dementia or any other life-altering diseases that I was aware of.
I truly hope someone will step in one of these days and continue what I started. There’s potential there. Just not enough hours in the day here.
Tags: volunteering
August 25, 2008 12:47 pm 
