another good gig

My gig at the state hospital was good. I didn't break my record though...I put 6 to sleep, one was a staff. My personal best is 10.. three were staff.
I talked for about an hour. There was a staff guy that knew me from my last job. He came up to me and said that I did a good job and that he never knew I had SZA. Another staff wanted my blog address..I don't know from memory what it is. I hope she can find my blog.
I got all decked out. I had a black suit with a red bowtie. Margaret said I looked like a mobster.....SSSH don't tell anyone...LOL! I thought I looked like a Blues Brother...LOL!
I got there early so I talked with a vocational counselor. We had a nice chat. He still wants me to speak..but he says there isn't much to do because I don't want pay for it. Money pay. The only pay I want is knowing that I helped one of em...maybe two.
I'm in it to help. My feeling is that if I got paid it would affect the way I want to do it. I fear that the passion I have will be replaced by the anxiety of having a job. The confines of a job will smother me. I speak out for reasons. I do it to pass the torch. I don't wanna a job, I wanna help others freely.
No money will ever replace the joy of unconditional guidance.
I think I saved a starfish today.
Peace to you all.
Live, love, laugh, learn, listen,
David