I have a little (kind of long) story I want to share, and as its sort of vaccine related ill pop it here.
Back in March when my country went into lockdown I was unemployed, but wanted to do something. So I signed up with a local charity and ended up being a part of the team who called around then vulnerable and elderly, mainly to see if they needed anything but also for a chat. Not many of mine wanted to chat, but I had one little old lady, Ivy, who is in her 90's and sounded exactly like Mrs Doubtfire. We had calls every Monday and Thursday and I think I ended up getting more out of them than her.
Unfortunately by the end of April I was working 2 jobs and had to give up the calls. By now Ivy was getting down and on our last call she told me it would be a miracle if she made it to Christmas. I thought of her every day.
Anyway. A couple of weeks ago my hours at one of my jobs got drastically cut (which I'm actually happy about), but now having more time I'm volunteering at a major vaccine roll out hub doing the non-clinical side.
Ive only done 2 days and today I was checking people in, when Ivy came to my station, we've never met so completel luck that she was sent to me. When we realised who we were to eadh other we had a little cry and I got to escort her to her jab and held her hand as as she had it. I asked her if it hurt and she said yes, but it was the best pain. Since we last spoke she's lost 2 friends to covid and as she had no family she officially gave me her number. So I'm going to call her at least twice a week, and I've promised her that once this is all over and it is safe, I'll take her out for a cup of tea, because its been almost a year since she's last been able to.
Anyway, helping with the vaccine has been an actual privilege. I've never worked somewhere, where there is so much hope in one room.