Finding a new vocation


In these months to come I am finishing my degree in child nursing at the university hospital Würzburg. It has been a time with many ups and downs and I am excited to wrap it up. Now this weekend I went to Berlin in order to have a couple of job interviews and find the place I will be staying for the next few years. Funny enough we had our last theater show Friday night and my train was set to leave for Berlin at 5 am next morning. Due to an old theater tradition, one has to celebrate the very last show and thus I left 3.30 in the morning with my beloved friends to take a shower, pack things up and then make a move by train for Berlin. I was so tired that I could hardly program the alarm, waking me up every time I needed to switch trains. However luck was on my side and I made every connection but the very last, because the train was delayed. Therefore I called the boss of my likely future job. Unfortunately this job is also my most favourized one and thus coming too late, could become a very shitty experience. To make the long story short, I could not reach her via phone nor via e-mail. I simply had enough faith that everything would somehow work out and continued for Bad Sarow anyhow, a small picturesque suburb of Berlin. The place I long to work is a Buddhist center specialized in Palliative care and founded by the famous Sogyal Rinpoche, a student of H. H. the Dalai Lama, who wrote the tibetan book of life and death.

Already getting off the train, I felt that I reached a place just meant for me. The air was pregnant with good tidings, Bad Sarow simply beautiful. It lies at the banks of the lake Scharmützel, is very green, relaxed and almost dreamy. After walking along a scenic alley following the lake´s shore I reached the center. It appears to be super modern in architecture and very luxury inside.

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After a short walk through the entrance hall I find the paliative care unit. One of the nurses informs the manager of my arrival and after a few minutes she walks in for the interview. Luckily she doesn´t hold me responsible for being late. She takes me to the cafeteria, asks me what I want to drink, orders two Cappuccino and says: “So please tell me about your life. How did you get here and why?”

Not being used to this kind of interview, I think hard and then simply start telling her kind of a short story of my life. When I finish she looks at me, kind of impressed, and tells me that I very much seem to be someone for this place. However she admits, that there are no more vacant jobs lebs.

This is why she didn´t respond my emails or my calls until she realized that I would not take a no. Thus curious she still invited me and offers to create a job for me within a sister company in Berlin where I would learn how to care for patients with oxygen until she has an empty spot within the center. Still I would have to come back and work a few days with the team to see if I fit in. If everything is fine, I will be able to have my own room in the center, I canto practice meditation with the team, do workshops etc. Then she tells me about the center´s history and the treatment of patients with terminal diseases – not only treating the body but also mind and soul, meditating and spiritually supporting dying patients.

It sounds too good to be true. I am hooked and I am at the right place. Finally she takes me on the roof top overlooking the entire lake and connecting to the communities shared living room.

Woosh! What an eye opener!

Finally we shook hands and I received my invitation for a few days of working within the team in August.

If I could just already start working there now. I am really happy.

Yet it wasn´t all that obvious as I had three more interviews coming, one in a child hospiz, one in an antroposophic hospital and the last in an ordinary hospiz for adults.

Two of them impressed me just as much.

To be continued in the next post….

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