As most of you know I work a part-time job at a Juvenile Justice Center.
This is where adolescent kids
go to Court, meet with Probation Officers, and also serve time in Detention.
I am a firm believer that things happen for a reason
and also that certain people enter your life for a reason.
Many times when a new adventure begins you don't have any idea why things happen the way they do or even why they are happening.
This theory is very true for me and how I ended up with this job.
Last week I attended a Retirement Luncheon for our Court Deputy, Terry.
It was a hard and very emotional day for me.
Why, you ask?
I am not a huge fan of change!
(But there are many others reasons to, keep reading.)
Despite my saddness and to show my support and also to give him a gift that I hope he enjoys I attended the luncheon.
Also I wanted him know how much he means to me so I made this...
Terry worked for the County for 22 1/2 years.
And if my memory is correct for the Juvenile Justice Center for approx. 11 years.
He was our escort when we would go and make our home visits to the kids that were on Probation.
I always felt safe whenever I was with him. I knew that I was his first priority.
It was with him that we put people in the County Jail, we stopped and arrested people that shouldn't be driving, we responded to accidents at high rates of speed, and it was with him that I first encountered an emotional break-down when I discovered that things happen that are out of our hands. Things happen that we don't like, but sometimes you have to do what is right, even when you have to remove kids from their homes and families when the living conditions are not healthy or appropriate. It was on this very night that when things were all said and done and the smoke had cleared, he gave me a hug and let me cry for awhile when nobody would see.
(Because, in this job, we are not seen as real humans with real feelings or emotions.)
I'm not saying that we didn't have some Wild and Crazy times, but they were always a lot of fun.
Which for the most part we can laugh at look back wih fond memories.
Whenever I tell stories about this job, Terry is in almost ALL of them.
He also holds a special place in my heart because after my Dad passed away, Terry stepped up to the plate. Every morning when I got to the office he would ask me how I was doing.
My response varied every time.
One morning in particular I couldn't even answer that simple question.
But, he didn't turn and leave me alone,
he simply offered his shoulder yet again and I shed some more tears.
He simply understood.
Thank you Terry for all you have done, work related and otherwise.
I wish you the best and I hope that retired life treats you well.
You will me missed by me for many reasons and I will always consider you a great Deputy and my Friend!