I saw the pot on the side of the road. Just sitting, all alone. It looked as if someone had taken it out of a car and forgotten it. It was March, too early for leaves or flowers if there were to be any on its’ branches.
I was back a few days later. That pot was still sitting there. I drove over and swung the car around so my passenger side door was next to it, parked, got out, opened the passenger door and tossed the pot it. I drove home carefully that day, trying not to knock it around.
When I got home I found a shovel and planted the plant in there. A few weeks later pretty dark pink blossoms appeared. In the two years since, it gives me the same blossoms each spring for a few days.
Those blossoms remind me of the client I was seeing when I found that pot.
The client was a third party referral and third party payer, something I appreciate because I know once the contract is signed and then I turn in my hours, I get paid. Yet by the end this one brought more of a story than I was expecting.
My client lived in a condo complex off of a main artery that had a gated parking lot. They didn’t drive so they didn’t have the pass code to the gate. No problem, I waited for someone to come in and park in the unmarked spots. No one bothered me until one day a man started following me from the building to my car and was threatening to call the police. I thought it was because of the gate but I quickly realized he thought I was pimping.
I had the municipality’s non-emergency police dispatch number in my phone less than five minutes after I was home that day.
A bit of background: due to the third party arrangements, the client’s guardian squeezed every minute out of me they could get and refused to take less than an hour and a half at one time so I just made the sessions two hours to lessen the amount of times I would have to go.
The next time I just parked on the street and wedged myself through an opening in the gate.
Driving home I would have the windows rolled down. The condo had a very interesting smell and my significant other would comment when I walked in the door. Those clothes were immediately stripped off and in the washing machine.
The longer I was with my client the more I found out that helped some things I had observed make sense.
When I talk about my 85% to 90% success rate, this client was one of those I don’t know the outcome or outcomes. I was summoned after they had failed their licensing test the first time and met the usual resistance. They had certain expectations and their guardian had others. The meticulous notes I found in the book and paperwork were not my client’s. The second time their score went up yet it was still under what the State was requesting. We used up the hours right before they were scheduled to take the test a third time. I left my client with a detailed, written instruction list of study tips, review tips, piles of organized flashcards, a notebook with notes, and a message of it is up to you to study for this.
I called the third party for a followup but never received any.
To this day I still don’t know what happened with them. I wonder when I go by the area where they live, if they are still there.
I hope life has treated them well and they passed on their third try. I think of that when I see the pink blossoms in the spring.