Tissue & Me

Picture it:

2015-2016

This brings back to my remembrance about an issue that I had on a job.  The boss(es) did everything that they could to make me uncomfortable. They moved me to a more strenuous position after a terrible car accident (even looked my in my eyes and told me that my “back problems should be over”). I was made to do literal pages of paperwork when no one else in the same positions was required to do so. They said that I must conduct certain meetings even though there were others hired specifically to conduct those meetings. I was told that it was sad that I chose to eat lunch alone. They also told me that I had “communication problems” because I am quiet by nature.  I was even accused of not conducting a standardized test (two coworkers shared the space that I conducted the test in–one flat out lied and said that I was never there when he opened the door for me to come in. The other said nothing in my defense.).  I then had the audacity to reach out to a former coworker who was rumored to be coming back to our job.  She said that she had options.  Those options were my position. Oh yeah, someone even recorded a phone call that I was on (please educate yourselves on your state’s recording laws).  How could a foot stomping, piano playing singer at The Calvary behave like this and claim a savior on Sundays? How could his arm-folding, leg-kicking co-conspirator act this way as well?

My coworkers saw this happening.

My coworkers said that this was unfair.  

I asked them to submit a statement to my rep.

“No.”

“I don’t know.”

“Man, that’s messed up.”

“No one came with me.  Everyone abandoned me.”  I totally understood.  They were afraid of retaliation because they had families to care for.  Each one who told me “no”, I still love dearly and remain in contact with them.  Lord, “may it not be counted against them” because my coworkers did not act maliciously.  

I totally have a tissue now.  Not from the gross mistreatment (there’s more than what has been written thus far), the abandonment of coworkers, and the relocation that I had to make. Rather, it’s from tears of joy because I can dance. This is because “he rescued me from certain death” and delivered “me from every evil attack” that was to come in that environment.

I had to be removed so I could grow.

Grow I did.

Call me Timothy.

I have learned to not treat people the way that I have been treated and to always stand up for someone who has been done wrong so they won’t need a tissue.

I am doing better now more than ever.

I still don’t understand why I had to be hurt to receive a blessing. “He saw the best in me. When everyone else around me could only see the worst in me.”

I sought the Lord and he heard me and delivered me from all my fears. In Him I do trust.

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