I had my first job at 15 1/2. I worked in a Convalescent Hospital as a “dietary aide” which was basically a fancy title for a guy who washed the dishes and helped the cook as directed.
Anyways at this Convalescent Hospital was an older woman named Mrs. Bitner. There was one particular interaction with Mrs. Bitner that I have never forgotten.
I would come to work in the afternoon and see her sitting at the table. One day I went up to her and asked her how she was; Mrs. Bitner replied: “Every night I pray to God that I will not live to see another day. Every morning I curse it for coming.”
How does a fifteen and a half year old kid respond to that??