The voice of an angel
The problem with the Internet is that it’s very easy to access information.
For example, if you type “stress relief on the job”, your browser will be filled with tips and techniques of varying helpfulness.
One such tip I found was that singing aloud for ten minutes a day reduces stress. I decide to try it now…since strangling the people around you is generally frowned upon behavior.
I choose a rock anthem and sing it quietly between gritted teeth as I rush around, trying to get everything done. It’s not as if there’s any other staff on the hall to hear me–which is a large part of my current stress.
I zip into a room and grab the ice pitcher, dump out the old water and carry it to the ice cart for a refill. As I come back in the room, I hear a quiet voice from behind the privacy curtain.
“Are you singing to me, dear?”
I peak around the curtain to see Mrs. Z, wide awake and alert, looking back at me with a smile on her face I haven’t seen in…too long.
“Um,” I say. “Just singing in general…yeah, I guess I was.”
“It’s beautiful,” Mrs. Z tells me. I laugh, because that is a word that has never been used to describe my singing voice. I’m not terrible; just the usual kind of bad.
“It is,” Mrs. Z insists. “If you’re singing for me, than yours is the voice of an angel. Nobody has sang to me in years. Will you sing some more for me?”
And just like that, my day wasn’t so bad anymore…because hers was better, thanks to my experiment in stress relief.
That day is still a favorite memory of mine, and a constant reminder that my residents don’t need grand gestures. The simple things are special too.