Stardate 03.09.10. The final entry.
March 9th, 2010 by Jean-WKNE
After arriving 14 years ago this month, the time has come to depart. It’s been interesting at the very least. Perhaps the most difficult task was sleeping while the sun was shining and missing out on great friendships like the one I had with Sister Mary Rose Diani. Unfortunately, my lunch hour is 4am and not noon. And for that, I have regrets about friendships that fell by the wayside. Even so, my upside down schedule allowed me to work independently, unfettered by distraction every night and that made me a better worker.
I have always subscribed to the principle of leaving things in better shape than when I found them. Given that I have contributed well over half a million dollars to the local economy over the years, brought with me the “Coats for the Community” annual coat drive in 1996, donated countless unpaid hours to “Feed-A-Friend”, sat on the Salvation Army Advisory Board and other assisted local charities, I feel good about my time spent.
From a professional aspect, the company got an honest and solid 55 hours a week out of me and had 70+ sick days returned over the course of these 14 years. The company never lost money on me.
From a personal aspect, I have been able to get upwards of a dozen homeless people off the streets of Keene over the years. Some people thought I was crazy driving the streets at 2AM looking for lost souls but having been homeless myself at the age of 15, I know how much it means when strangers care. We are all strangers until we meet.
Things I will miss most (besides Hamel) include my nightly visits with the late “Miss Kissy” my grey and white fluffball who is buried here at the radio ranch. My boy, Mr. Fairbanks is buried at Donna Harwood’s. I will miss my 4AM prayers under a starlit sky. However I hope never to make 4AM the middle of my day, ever again.
I will not miss are the midnight drives into Keene in terrible, terrible weather. Last month’s almost chance meeting with a falling tree during the Nor’easter on Route 12 decided for me, that it was time to move-on while I was still among the living. You see, good luck comes in measured amounts and I used a whole life’s worth the night of February 25th and then again on the morning of the 26th trying to get back home.
Dad once told me that when we are born we come with “x” amount of good luck and energy and it’s up to us how and when we use it. Given dad’s good advice, I still have plenty left of each.
Were there bad times? Sure, many of them. Everyday life is always full of rough edges. Memories smooth them over.
On the plus-side, I now get to spend time with husband, Matt after over a year of not seeing one another and after never ever having been on the same sleep schedule. Wow!
On that note, I say thank you one and all for the memories, and may God Bless.