If I Die Tomorrow...

This week, I had a group of three ladies who had Cerebral Palsy (CP) who were in wheelchairs and two other campers with only three counselors which was as logistically challenging as it sounds. All of the women in our group were absolutely fantastic (even the one who would be difficult on purpose...but get her hopped up on some cold medicine and she was a giggling, self-proclaimed "fruit cake"). They were all excited to be here and had a great attitude, but having only three counselors for three campers who needed complete assistance with personal care was a quite a challenge. It was the most physically demanding week I've had working at a camp thus far, but I found myself, in spite of my fatigue, really trying to enjoy my time with these ladies. And what a fun time we had! One of them, the one I worked with the most closely throughout the week, is probably one of my favorite people ever. And I feel extremely fortunate that I had the chance to spend a week with her. She was always happy and always excited, so how could I not be? Even when I was exhausted, the other counselors, campers, and I still laughed til the point that we cried many times throughout the week. This was one of the most physically demanding weeks I've experienced in recent memory, but it was a wonderful, hilariously challenging week. I had this moment on Thursday where I thought "If I die tomorrow, I'll be happy with what I did during my last day on earth" which I think is just about the best lesson I could hope to learn.