An Indicator
I left the field of Human Services for several years because I was sick of bearing daily witness to the neglect of elderly people. I simply wanted to work with objects and things that didn’t experience pain and depression. I found myself at a factory-type workshop where we assembled and constructed parts for commercial vehicles. I found myself on the “Indicator Line” where we glued pieces of cut glass into plastic holders. Each one of these pieces of glass had a word or short phrase cut into its surface, things like “low fuel” or “engine fire.” Every word ...Continue Reading