I have worked at the Center for a little over two years now. I feel like I have learned a lot during this time. In the beginning, many people would ask me what made me qualified to do this job. I frequently responded that I truly cared and although this may not sound significant, to me, it was the most important qualification to possess. Since then, I feel like I have seen and hopefully learned a lot. Even so, I still believe the most important thing is to care. That said, unfortunately, caring does not help me in handling every situation.
Last night we went to Vala’s Pumpkin Patch with the 7, 8, 9, and 10 year old boys in our youth mentoring program. As I picked up the boys in the van and were driving along Florence Boulevard, one of the boys in the first row said, “this is the house my dad was killed at.” I honestly did not know what to say. A short while later, while we were at Vala’s cooking hot dogs and smores another boy came up to me and asked, “Mr. John, is this what families do?” Once again, I was lost for words.
Today, I feel guilty. I am questioning myself. I am wondering if there was a “proper” response. The boys in our mentoring program are amazing kids and I want to do everything in my power to help these boys out. I just hope that caring will be enough even if I cannot always answer their questions or provide the best response.