It helps others when you rely on personal circumstances

It helps others when you rely on personal circumstances

It does not matter which specialised or vocational field she has chosen to dedicate her life to, the moment she begins her training at grad school, theory and practical training are equally important. Without the theoretical knowledge, she is more or less useless out in the field. And without the necessary practical training, she may as well throw in the towel when placed at the coal face of her necessary field work, for example.

A day in the life of a social worker

A day in the life of a social worker

Let me be quite clear about this. A day in the life of a social worker is no picnic. That is only the case if she is one of the few that actually show up for work on time and comes armed with her heart on her sleeve and her soul soaring. Starting times for her, if she is that serious and caring about her job, is usually before dark. This is no different for the nurses and doctors at public administration hospitals with rows of patients already waiting for them, quietly and sometimes howling with pain.

How well you take care of animals is a reflection of your humanity

How well you take care of animals is a reflection of your humanity

There is also another saying that goes along the following lines. The state of a nation’s prisons is generally a reflection of just how well its citizens, both authorities and laymen and women, take care of each other, particularly the weak and disenfranchised. You can take, say, a country like Brazil, legendary for its high rates of inequality in spite of rampant economic progress, and see just how appalling the conditions are for women who have been incarcerated, usually for petty crimes to do with trying to survive.

On becoming a social activist

On becoming a social activist

When I first started posting to this blog, I had no idea where this journey would take me. In fact, I believe I’m getting ahead of myself now because this personal journey has barely begun. I was thinking about a famous politician whose life, to my mind anyway, is drawing to a tragic close.

A cold and bitter day

A cold and bitter day

I am so sorry to be starting off this blog on a bleak note. Because the weather out here is quite cold and bitter. I do not normally sit with my leather motorcycling jacket on while I do my typing at my bedroom desk but it is that cold. I must point out, mind you, that I do not have any bitter thoughts about the day so far. It started off quite horribly but that is ok. The worst is over for now.