My friend Aaron Willis became radio famous today as a guest on The Story with Dick Gordon. Aaron is a Child Welfare Specialist with OKDHS, and his interview was recorded as part of The Story’s “Tough Jobs” series.
I am very impressed with young Aaron, and about as proud of him as one can be without being his mama. I am especially proud of the way he portrayed those of us who work for OKDHS. It’s a nice change for rural Oklahoma to be represented by someone intelligent and well-spoken– who doesn’t bring to mind visions of undereducated, nouveau dust-bowl victims named Cletus.
If you’re curious about finding out more about DHS– and those who choose to work for the welfare of our children– you need to listen to this interview. You don’t even have to subscribe to The Story’s podcast (Although, you should. It’s a pretty good little program), you can download the show right here. Aaron’s story starts at 31:05.
Aaron: The job’s not for everybody.. it’s not something that everybody can do. And, I’ll go as far as to say that it’s a job that few people can do. But, I can. And by virtue of that feeling, I have a responsibility to do so…
Dick Gordon: You could go back and get a PHD in philosophy and spend the rest of your days in a soft leather chair…
Aaron: …Yeah…Philosophy professor. That was something I considered… doing my philosophy degree, obviously… and something I really enjoy. But, challenging rich kids to change the way they think, versus being in a rural impoverished community… it’s just a better life. The way I look at it anyway. It may not be as comfortable– and I may be grossly underpaid– but… it’s worth it. It’s just worth it.”
mmmm… so good!
Earlier this summer, Chris and I moved our bathtub to the front porch in order to keep up the illusion that we are still working on our disaster of a bathroom. I promise that leaving the tub there where it sat was not a part of our plan. This was not a vain attempt at winning the hearts and minds of our neighbors… although, let me tell you, nothing will improve your chances of winning Neighbor of the Year more than bathroom fixtures next to your front door. We had every intention of putting it in Chris’ truck and hauling it over to Habitat for Humanity. Promise. But the thing was about 400 pounds more than the poor little pick-up could handle… so there it sat.
I’m sure our postman appreciated the tub since it was right in front of our mailbox. He’s used to it though, since it seems that each day there’s a new and different piece of debris out there chronicling our home’s destruction from the inside out. We call it the Mailbox Physical Challenge. Sure we’d like our Netflix, but could you complete this obstacle course first?
But the tub is gone now. Sold on Craigslist for $50 when, really, if the buyers had been just a little bit better at negotiating, they could have talked us into giving them $50 just for haulin’ it away.
We’ll miss you old tub. I had just gotten used to giving directions to our home by pointing people to the “house with a bathtub on the porch”… and now you’re gone.
Do you… do you ever have blog guilt? Oh boy. I do.
If I let too much time pass between posts, I can’t even bring myself to look at the poor thing. But even if I could, I wouldn’t be able to see the screen through the thick veil of shame. I tell you what, it’s a vicious cycle that I need a 12 step program to break.
I feel the same way about all forms of correspondence. I love you all. Really I do… but sometimes I’m so embarrassed that I haven’t written someone back in a timely manner that I just… well, I just don’t write back at all. I want to write an email that I’ll truly be proud of, an email worthy of its recipient. Just a simple “Hi. How are you?” would do just fine, but because I don’t have time to write THE BEST LETTER YOU’VE EVER READ EVER, you’ll never hear from me again. It’s not because I don’t love you. It’s because I do. And for this great flaw in my character.. I am truly sorry.
It’s quality not quantity, right?
Chris and I will be in Norman trainin’ it up for the State this next week. Do you know what that means? Stuck in a hotel room with no internet for a week. Gasp! I know. Life is hard.