I have been blessed with courage from birth. I can remember being a youngster and climbing 50 foot trees and jumping off the garage roof. Some would call it stupidity and maybe that's not far from the truth. That said, everytime I survive conquering a fear, I become stronger.
This past week, I've been confronted with a gross injustice. Not to me, worse, to others. Those whom are helpless to defend themselves. After years and years of standing up to my fears and the injustices surrounding me, it didn't take much to rise to the occasion.
The anxiety (fear), for me, came at the end of my day. Driving home I realized the connotations behind the door I had pushed opened. Not only the action of pushing that door open, but the very real possibility I could lose my job over it.
The politics that go on behind closed doors in this instance are no less than evil. Politics, by definition are; Contrived, obviously planned or forced; artificial; strained in a shrewd, malicious and practical way; expedient, conducive to advantage or interest, as opposed to right.
It sickens me to see this kind of politicking being used in a medical venue. Supporting and defending an abuser in the name of appearances or taking the "easy" way out is simply deplorable. To sweep abuse under the carpet at the expense of the defenseless people whom we are there to protect and serve, is cowardly at best.
It didn't take much to calm myself, realizing I have to exercise my freedom to stand up for them. If I lose my job and save someone from elder abuse, so be it.
The truth of the matter is this; when you stand up in defense of someone unable to do so for themselves, or help another in anyway, the scale balances, even tips in your favor. It may not always appear that way, but, on the other side of it, you will find yourself better off than you were before.
Fantasizing the freedom to stand up for justice in an unjust world.