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Topic: WIN (02/14/19)
- TITLE: Room 303
By C D Swanson
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This particular facility was a non-profit owned and operated by the state. It was a big change from the small family facilities in which I was accustomed to running. However, it was a challenge, and one that I felt driven to accept. It was laid in my heart by God, and so I obliged in no uncertain terms.
During the first three months of employment, I got to know all of the employees and residents pretty well, and things were going great. My office hours were basically during the day. However, to make sure things were running smoothly for these helpless and precious individuals residing there, I’d do frequent checks during the evening, without warning.
It was about six months into my employment that I happened upon a disturbing situation. It was approximately 3:00 a.m., while making rounds, that I heard sounds coming from room 303. I stopped momentarily before picking up pace. I flung the door open and saw something that grieved my soul. A nurse’s aid was holding a young woman down, while spitting at her, and smacking her face.
I shouted, “What the heck is going on here? Stop that immediately! Let her go!”
The woman held her arms up visibly shaking, and crying, with mucous and saliva running down her face. I embraced her tightly. Inside, I was sick, and seething with anger, and disgust. The myriad of emotions that tore through my heart and soul had me sick to my stomach. I pushed back the bile that threatened to flow from my throat, as I continued to soothe her.
The woman, Rose, had a diagnosis of cerebral palsy and was aphasic (she couldn’t speak.) She had no family. I had a premonition that something wasn’t right because every time I’d walk into her room, she’d greet me with wide outstretched arms, and her face registered uneasiness, I prayed God help me find the reason for this beautiful woman’s anguish. She was illiterate in writing…so I couldn’t give her a chalkboard to write, again…asked God, for His wisdom, and grace.
I called the employee into my office, within the hour of the heinous act she’d perpetrated upon Rose, and discharged her immediately. A formal complaint was filed, and faxed to the State. Several witnesses, who were reticent to come forward in fear of losing their jobs, suddenly came willingly into my office, one by one, to testify what they knew. I promised them they wouldn’t lose their jobs.
The CEO of the facility was not a happy camper upon hearing my news. In fact, he was super angry about my bringing attention to “his facility” because the state would consistently be on his case in the future because of my “stupid Pollyanna whistle blowing.”
I stood my ground, and insisted something needed to be done for Rose. I found out later on she’d abused three other people! Jim didn’t care. All he cared about was his “stellar reputation” as a CEO.
After the incident, Jim barely acknowledged me during corporate meetings. He treated me like dirt. It was okay, because I did the right thing, no matter what he thought.
Word was he wanted me gone. The problem was…he had no grounds. I was doing my job, and the residents, and employees, were in support of what I’d done. Jim hated that, and all the while, I knew he was conspiring to fire me.
One day…he finally succeeded in a deceitful maneuver. I had an important doctor’s appointment and cleared it with Jim. He readily said, “Sure…go ahead.”
I felt a slow shiver down my spine as I left his office.
When I returned, he promptly summoned me into his office. “You missed an important meeting today! Your presence was required, therefore, you’re fired!”
Tears of frustration veiled my eyes, “So, you figured out a way to oust me huh? Your word against mine right? All tied up neatly in a bow?”
He leaned forward as his lips pulled back into a fiendish smile. “You messed with the wrong person Pollyanna. I win, you lose!”
“Oh, but you’re so wrong Jim. You see, I did win… where it matters…with God.”
I walked out without regrets, in peace, and God’s grace.
*True Story of what happened to me all those years ago…
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