First of the Year 2014
Dear
Cassi,
I
can feel it, the stink of fear welling up in my gut as I put on that blue
uniform and make my way to work. My hands are shaking and my body is numb. I
looked at my scarred face and remember the events of the previous morning
wishing the attack hadn’t happened.
I was injured by a client.
I work with the homeless. I work with drug addicts and violent cases and knew
that this was a likely scenario. The only thing is that I hadn’t expected the safety
measures at my work to fail leaving me alone to deal with the event.
I was injured on the
morning of the 31st of December and went to the Emergency Room to
get checked out. I came back to work the night of the 31st cursing
myself for the fear and the pain. I was cursing myself for the feeling in my
gut that made it hard to go on.
I thought I was stronger
than this, little sister,
Richard Leland Neal
