"You live in two different worlds"

I was told this today by a man I work with. I was asking him if a child abuse report should be made on one of the families I saw today. In my description of the what was going on I kept saying "it's so sad"

"it's just so sad"

I kept saying it because I wanted to hear out loud what I was feeling, I kept saying it because words can not express those feelings but I wanted to keep trying.

"You live in two different worlds"

Not everyone grows up like we did.

Was all he had to say to shut me up.

I leave sometimes, and drive the entire 45 minutes home in silence because I feel that no words are worth uttering after all that I saw that day. No words could do justice to the injustices and no thoughts would make things "right."

Not until I get off the off ramp or until a friend calls, do I snap back into reality

My reality that is.

I live in two worlds, how do I mesh the two?

I want to go to a $300 concert in the park

He is scared to walk to the park

I am going to Europe

They haven't been to the other side of the city

I am sick so my mom drives 2 hours in traffic and 2 hours back to bring me home

Their mom lives down the street and stops by once a week, if their lucky

I knew that this year would change me but I wasn't sure how much.

I can't complain without seeing their faces and realizing how little I have to complain about

I look at my parents in a whole new light

I strive to grasp every opportunity at hand

I try to live thankfully because actions speak far greater than words

I travel from world to world but when I leave one, I never truly leave.

In each world I am very aware of the other

Out in the field I am very aware of where I come from and what I will go home to

At home I am very aware of all I have seen and experienced in the field

I hope I live my life reflecting that, both worlds

There is a lot to learn from each