My inability to speak Spanish is disabling me at work. I cannot do my job well, and sometimes I cannot do my job at all. Tonight was one example of my utter helplessness.
Romans 12:15 says, "Rejoice with those who rejoice; mourn with those who mourn." I must tell you that I have seen and heard terrible things at the shelter. I am able to compartmentalize and set boundaries so that I can continue to do my job. But please understand that tonight my heart was completely broken.
A Hispanic woman came to the door with a 2 year old girl. She spoke only Spanish. The woman is very distraught and very bloody. Her face was a map of dark, deep bruises and her t-shirt was drenched with blood from her nose. I could not console this woman; could not tell her she was safe here and that we would take care of her. I could only give her tissues and a bottle of water. I could not even touch her to comfort her as she wept.
I had to call our client services manager to interpret. I am so greatful that she answered her phone at 3am and was able to help more than she knows. I cannot explain the outcome of this situation because of our confidentiality as a domestic violence shelter. But if anyone feels so inclined, please pray for this woman.
Today was her fucking birthday.
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