I’ve met clients in more hospital rooms, homes, and fast food restaurants than I can count. I am always faced with the same feeling each time—what do others think? Do they know why I am here? Are they going to try to kick me out? How badly do I stick out? Every single time. I am ashamed to say those feelings about what others think have some sort of effect on me. But it always comes back to one defining question that I pose to myself: Why am I here?
The answer is undeniably simple: For my client. That’s it. It is that clear—I am here, there or wherever for my clients. Wherever they need us, we will be there. I am not sitting in the NICU or some McDonalds or some overcrowded, rundown house for anyone other than my client. Once that reality comes back to me, I feel stronger, emboldened and motivated. It is after seeing my client, meeting their family and seeing the effect of the harm they’ve suffered, that I no longer care what others think. I don’t represent the others. I don’t work for the others. I work for my client.
The most recent story I want to share that speaks to this involved a 2 yr old boy who had been mauled by a large dog. This wasn’t just a bite to this hand. This was a serious attack where the boy’s head had been split and he suffered severe puncture wounds to his face and cheeks. He easily could have died had his 9 yr old sister not saved his life by pulling the dog off of him. I am still amazed at the actions this 9 yr old took. Having several young sons myself, this one hit close.