After spending 8 hours in a training session for the hospice last Saturday and after doing a lot of reading and thinking, the enormity of what I'm going to be doing finally sank in yesterday.
I'm going to be helping people die. Not in a Doctor Kevorkian sense; I'm not going to be giving them drugs and helping them overdose....but I am going to be helping people ease their way out of this world. I'm going to be there when they take their last breath, when their hearts stop beating and when their soul flies free of the meat overcoat it's been inhabiting for the last few decades. That's a HUGE deal. HUGE....but oddly enough, not scary.
During the training class last week I kept thinking 'I was born to do this. This is exactly where I'm supposed to be'. I wasn't the only one either. There were a lot of people there who felt exactly the same way I do. I was reluctant to voice my feelings until the lady who was teaching made a comment about how we (the class) were all there today for a reason; that there were no coincidences in life and that she felt like each person in the class had been sent there to help for a specific reason - she didn't know what that was yet, but as the class went on and she got to know us a little better she'd be able to see which patient we'd be compatible with. So, I piped up and said that I felt like I was simply supposed to be in this class, that this (volunteering at the hospice) was where I was supposed to be and helping people die was what I was supposed to be doing. The woman across from me said she felt the same thing, and then it went around the room - people were saying that they had thought the same thing but were afraid to speak up for fear that we'd think they were nuts. There was such a wonderful energy in the class; an overwhelming feeling of peace and compassion. I'm really looking forward to the next class (another 8 hour session this Saturday), I think that we're going to do some serious bonding and frendships are going to be forged.
We had talked about how we might feel about what we're doing, and the tutor had said that we might get to feeling worried about what we were undertaking. She said it was normal to feel that way and that if we DIDN'T feel like that she'd be worried and might have to reasses our ability to help people die. So, in a way I'm glad and relieved that I'm feeling the way I am today. I'm not overwhelmed and I'm not worried about my ability to deal with it.....I'm just very aware of the seriousness of the situations I'm going to be placing myself in and I'm not making light of them.
Like I said, I don't know exactly why I've been given this opportunity, and I'm not sure that I'll ever know EXACTLY why I've been chosen. All I know is that this is what I'm supposed to be doing; this is where I'm supposed to be. I don't need to know any more. Just knowing that I'm in the right place is enough. Knowing that I DO have a purpose, that the life I've been given a second chance at DOES have some direction....that's enough.
I have a purpose, a reason.. I don't need to know exactly what it is, just feeling it is enough. Feeling like I'm meant to be doing this.....that's reason enough for me.