LBC is for me

He walked in holding her hand and her bag. She was in bright summer colors and her towel matched her adorable dress. She kicked off her flip-flops and got ready to get in the pool. He walked in like so many other parents do to my work. He walked in and sat down to watch Little Miss Sunshine for 30 min. He walked in and i knew something was different.
As time passed we began to talk. He asked me if i was enjoying my Saturday and we engaged in a life changing  conversation. I was still in my suit: hair up in a bun and smelled like "pool". He asked what grade i was in and if i knew where i was going college.
"Yeah, i am a senior- less than 30 school days left, not that im counting. And im going to Lancaster Bible in the fall".
He asked if i was a Christian and i answered yes.
"Thats awesome. So are we! what's your planned major?"
i quickly replied, "Social Work" with a smile.
20 minuets later he had told me that his daughter really was his granddaughter and that he and his wife had adopted her from the beginning of her life. He told me about her mom. A drug addict; a women not fit to be a parent. He told me about her dad. She has never seen him. I got the goose bumps.
As i sat there in Indian style listening attentively i realized- im not scared.
I'm not scared about the future and really, im thrilled.
That little swimmer, she's why i am packing my bags and moving 3 hours ahead. She's why im not worried about my pay. She's why im excited about hurt. She is who i want to represent.
I understand that being a social worker is not Butterflies and Rainbows- i do.
But what i also understand is that there are so many kids out there who deserve to be loved. They deserve to be happy, to go to swim lessons, Disneyland and to the park.
He walked in and i saw the passion God has put in my heart.