My dirty job
I have started working as an Instructional Aide in a Life Skills classroom at an area elementary school. Here’s what I experienced during my first week:
I’ve been hit.
I’ve been scratched.
I’ve been spit at.
I’ve been pooped on.
I was *this close* to getting thrown up on.
And I don’t think I’d have it any other way. Sure, it’s tough. And it isn’t for everyone. But I think this is the most fulfillment I’ve felt from a job in a long time because I have the opportunity to launch a life every day.
Yeah, it’s a dirty job. But I get to do it. And it might not get much better than that.
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Howdy. I'm Matt. My wife, Christy, and I have four kids and two dogs, I'm passionate about orphan care. I'm a die-hard fan of the Evansville Aces, the Indiana Hoosiers, and Star Wars. I'm trying to live life by the Todd family motto: "It behooves us to live!"
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