Tales of a social worker -part 2
I Walked into a new place, with a smile on my face and with an attitude of service .
But every step i took i could sense the cultural difference , I heard languages I didn't follow from everyone around me , I knew there was only one thing common between them and me that was our difference .
I felt like a fish out of water for a while. I wondered ,if I could be of any source of help, cause I spoke another language, I practised another culture .
Did everything entirely different from them.
All I knew I wanted was to be of some source of help, but i thought I will not be able to, cause my difference controlled me,that's when I realised if you really wanna help another you will be able to help,
nothing! absolutely nothing! will stop you from spreading the joy you have ,with another.
But every step i took i could sense the cultural difference , I heard languages I didn't follow from everyone around me , I knew there was only one thing common between them and me that was our difference .
I felt like a fish out of water for a while. I wondered ,if I could be of any source of help, cause I spoke another language, I practised another culture .
Did everything entirely different from them.
All I knew I wanted was to be of some source of help, but i thought I will not be able to, cause my difference controlled me,that's when I realised if you really wanna help another you will be able to help,
nothing! absolutely nothing! will stop you from spreading the joy you have ,with another.
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