The Philosopher
Hello everyone. Praise the Lord!
It was a beautiful morning this Saturday. Cool, but not cold. It was very good sweater weather. Say sweater weather real fast! Anyway. I was here to meet a guy named Scott. He is my latest hospice trainee, otherwise known as a "shadow." I didn't know anything about him, just a name. Which is fine, I will meet him soon enough!
As I walked into the hospice, I greeted Al our Saturday security guard. I didn't speak to him long when Scott rounded the corner. He was in his early twenties. He had just graduated from the University of Southern California, and he studied philosophy, but he had a job selling boxes for a living.
We had a really great time together. We visited several patients and family members. Scott did a great job! One of those patients was the older lady lady who kept asking for Maria. You can read about it in the post called "Maria." Also, "Slow down Scott," and "I want to go home."
We sat with her and talked. Scott quoted a lot of medieval philosophers. He had a good memory and remembered all of that stuff. I started to kid him a bit and told him that there are no jobs for philosophers and that is why he sells boxes for a living!
I'm calling him "My Philosopher." He grew up in Idaho to an American father, a truck driver, and his mother was from Columbia. She lives in Florida with another truck driver. They were divorced. For all of that turmoil in his early life he turned out okay!
Do you know of anyone who studied philosophy? Can you tell me about it in the comments section?
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William James Roop
It was a beautiful morning this Saturday. Cool, but not cold. It was very good sweater weather. Say sweater weather real fast! Anyway. I was here to meet a guy named Scott. He is my latest hospice trainee, otherwise known as a "shadow." I didn't know anything about him, just a name. Which is fine, I will meet him soon enough!
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As I walked into the hospice, I greeted Al our Saturday security guard. I didn't speak to him long when Scott rounded the corner. He was in his early twenties. He had just graduated from the University of Southern California, and he studied philosophy, but he had a job selling boxes for a living.
We had a really great time together. We visited several patients and family members. Scott did a great job! One of those patients was the older lady lady who kept asking for Maria. You can read about it in the post called "Maria." Also, "Slow down Scott," and "I want to go home."
We sat with her and talked. Scott quoted a lot of medieval philosophers. He had a good memory and remembered all of that stuff. I started to kid him a bit and told him that there are no jobs for philosophers and that is why he sells boxes for a living!
I'm calling him "My Philosopher." He grew up in Idaho to an American father, a truck driver, and his mother was from Columbia. She lives in Florida with another truck driver. They were divorced. For all of that turmoil in his early life he turned out okay!
It was refreshing to be with such a smart young man who was well educated and wanted to give back to his community. We had a great time talking about his college life and his outlook about the world. He was unhappy with selling boxes and wanted to go on and work on a masters degree in something. Ambitious people like Scott make the future happen!
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Do you know of anyone who studied philosophy? Can you tell me about it in the comments section?
If you liked this story please click on the "follow" button so that you don't miss any.
William James Roop
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