Tuesday, May 03, 2011
Bruce did a great job as deputy returning officer at the mobile pole yesterday. We were given one of the busiest poles they had, but it was God who put us in the place He wanted us: Two retirement homes, one that we have been visiting with our grandchildren, and one with a large nursing home facility included.
Bruce understood the needs of the older people. He knew how hard this process could be for some of them. He had all the patience in the world for these dear folks.
He also had the experience, dating back to Post Master days, to handle the hordes of paper work the government attaches to everything it does. And he had the ability. It was not something a person with dementia could do.
He was amazing. He read the 70 page instruction book before hand and retained way more of it than I did. He handled a hectic, 15 hour work day with no problems. As a pole clerk, I was worn out, but Bruce, in his role as DRO, seemed to be enjoying every minute right to the end when we finished at midnight.
If I gained nothing else from that long, long day, I would have to say how blessed I was just to watch my husband as the man in authority, giving patient instruction in a place where, without God's intervention through the use of coconut oil, he could have been the confused resident, unable to figure out the simple job of marking an x on a ballot.
For the previous post see: God has a use for my Arbor Seat.
For the video testimony of Bruce's healing (done a month after he started coconut oil) see: Bruce's Video