As promised in my last post, here's the other story from today (although now it's tomorrow- but you get the idea!)

Last week, I wrote about the fact that I was struggling with my decision to change Hospice organizations. It truly was a difficult one, although it would seem like a no-brainer because of the commute. I truly loved the folks I worked with at my previous organization, and even more, hated letting them down.

I received lovely replies from both the volunteer coordinator and the bereavement counselor, both letting me know that they completely understood. The bereavement counselor said she was especially sad because she wanted me to take over the training for her (something I was starting to do and *LOVED*). The volunteer coordinator wrote something that really meant a lot to me. It really made me feel like I truly made a difference;

You add so much to a program, a gathering, a cause, a life. Your laugh is almost as big as your heart. The people and programs your encounter will be lucky to know you.

He then added that he'd been trying to reach me, but of course all of my numbers have changed. I replied, thanking him for his kind words and gave him my new contact information so he can still use me as a technical adviser.

He called me almost immediately and said, "by the way, resistance is futile." I chuckled, thinking that he was just teasing me about leaving.

Nope! Apparently my old Hospice organization and new Hospice organization are in negotiations to join teams. It was still kind of hush-hush, so he didn't want to put it into email.

Two major hospitals, merging. This is *HUGE*! This means that I'd be able to have the best of both worlds. Make calls from here, but still do the quarterly new volunteer training.

Why, oh why, do I ever worry about anything? Things just always seem to have a way of naturally falling into place, the way they're supposed to.