Joan had been going to the same job for decades hoping to make a difference in someone’s life, if not the world. Day in and day out she listened to stories of tragedy and desperation, each caller needing immediate help.

She would take the information and offer the appropriate assistance, rarely knowing if it helped. Unable to become personally involved, she still could not help being affected by each caller and their plight. 

At the close of each shift she left work exhausted, trying to turn off the sounds of sadness and despair. Only at home could she finally dissolve into the safe silence of her own security.

Story: McGuffy Ann Morris
Picture: Photobucket

25 thoughts on “"Silence"

  1. Wow! This is my story too! We talk about it at work often, how hard it is to hear such horror stories day in and day out, dozens of times a day, and have so little help to offer except compassion and a listening ear. It breaks my heart that there are not better answers. No one should have to be placed in the position of having nothing and nowhere to go if a major illness or accident impacts their life, yet I see it happen every day. It's shameful and it breaks my heart. I do indeed come home and sit in silence, just as I am doing now. Excellent post, Annie, you understand this, and the other side of this plight, all too well!


  2. What happens though, when you see such tragedy befalling people in my own age group, who had normal lives before, is that it makes me hyper-aware of my own vulnerability to such circumstance, none of us are immune, and there but for the Grace of God, go I. There is no security other than knowing that I have someone who care about me, I do not have to face what life brings alone, as so many do.


  3. Tragedy hits all ages. It does not care how young or how old someone is. I learned that very early. Yes, there is security in having someone to go through life's trials…and that brings us Home.


  4. You are so very right about the “home” part, it is my refuge, it is always where I most want to be. Here I have a sense of distance and peace, where I can clear my head and heart and breathe freely again. Home is such a blessing, as is having someone to share it with!


  5. Sounds like a 911 operators life. Very stressful job. Sometimes home isn't where you want to be either. Sometimes there's no place of peace and safety to go.

    Have a terrific day. 🙂


  6. I understand what you mean, Sandee. However, Home is where the heart is. When Home doesn't fit, we can and should create one that does. It isn't always easy, I know. We all need a place of security, and it is human nature to seek it.


  7. I am sure there is an element of sadness to answering emergencies day after day. Especially in high crime urban areas. I think those who do this are to be valued. I am sure it can be a very difficult job.


  8. Dear McGuffy Ann, your short, short story caught my imagination. I've never before thought about the people who answer emergency calls. You've made me think. Thank you. Peace.


  9. There is so much that goes on behind the scene that we never hear about.
    Thanks for having a pulse on what goes on in some people's lives.

    Have a great weekend and a great start on September.


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