Kind Hearts

I feel I rant too much.

Cheryl, manager of the child welfare branch I work at, came to me yesterday and said some people were concerned that I was having to park too far from the front door.

When I get to work on time, I have a disabled parking space close. A few days ago I returned from therapy and my spot was taken. I parked at one of the disabled spots much further down. It really did not bother me because my pain level walking has been down lately.

But somebody saw me.

Cheryl said that if my spot is taken I can use one of the client spots near the front door. I have thought about asking for such accommodation, but I have not.

Today Jodie and I went to the middle school / high school campus of our sons private school. We have the option of sending him there next year for 6th grade or keeping him at the elementary campus for one more year.

When we were leaving, a vice principal came running out to our car as we were leaving. He wanted us to know that we can park at the front curb of the school during non-busy times. I was moved that he would run out to tell us that.

Kind hearts.