Salty sweat
ran in to my eyes as I inhaled the forest perfumes. Step by step I hiked upward through the
intermittent snows of the late spring around South Lake Tahoe. Gabriel, my boyfriend, had wanted to take me
to the Bench for almost the whole year and a half that we had known each
other. He warned me that it would be a
steep climb and over 10 miles. I still
chose that trail instead of the flatter trail that was 14 miles. I’d rather have a more difficult struggle for
a shorter time.
As we neared the top, all my
struggles flooded in to my thoughts as I pushed onward through the pain of the
climb. Why did they not re-elect me at
John F. Kennedy High School? I was so
close to having tenure and lifetime healthcare by working 13 more years for
them. Why G_d did you do this
humiliation to me again? Even Gabriel, a renown math professor, wondered if I was a good math teacher
or not. My family was getting used to me
going on to unemployment every two years, but Gabriel had been in the same job
for over 20 years.
The complacent look on the face of Mr. Fry, the Vice
Principal, as he said, “You’re not being re-elected, and I don’t have to tell
you why. You’re a nice lady, but this is
the inner city. You did have some really
difficult students.” The memory horrified me again as it came to mind.
Without pause I responded to him,
“Well, I guess that G_d has something better for me, but why did you have the
union tell me right before my 55th birthday dinner?”
“Oh, sorry.”
As I peacefully exited I thought,
“Oh, sorry for making you gag and throw up your birthday dinner. Oh, sorry you have to go teach 3 more classes
today knowing that your life plan is destroyed.
Oh, sorry.”
I remember driving out of the
parking lot and passed the school and blowing air passed my hand like blowing a
kiss. I wasn’t blowing any love to
them. I was blowing away their blessing.
The next
day my principal came in my classroom during prep, and with controlled
anger said, "You are not allowed to tell the students your employment
status. I've also got emails from parents saying that you have been
showing emotional signs of distress."
I responded, "Wouldn't you?"
He nodded in agreement.
I added, "You're probably late 30's early 40's
right?"
"40's," he responded with a little joy at
being thought younger.
"How would you like to have to start over at
55? I'm 55. I also have autism by the way."
His eyes widened because I've aged well and hide
my autism well.
I thumbed my hand over all the extensive math
workbooks that I've taught this year and said, "I'm sorry that I'm such a
boring teacher."
"It had nothing to do with your
teaching," he responded. "If you'd like to talk to the union
about this, you should,"
"I'm not trying to get my job back. I
resigned. We're just having a conversation. You never once observed
me and yet you put my name on the list."
"Mr. Fry made the decision. I trusted
his decision."
"Samantha says that she had classroom
management problems, and you put her on a contract and still gave her
tenure. Where was the mercy with me? I'm sorry to disappoint you as
a teacher. Thank you for having employed me." Then he walked
out.
My union quickly
verified with me that the principal was not allowed to restrict me from telling
my students that I wouldn’t be back next year.
The union also wanted me to let them know if there was any hostility
toward me in the work place. They must
have contacted the administration, too, because I was never bothered by them
again.
Soon after this the
March 14th protest of school violence started and shooting after
shooting threat started at our school.
After about 4 threats and lock downs, we had to evacuate the whole school when a bomb
threat in my building was issued. Some
expelled student threatened to blow up the building that I was in and shoot up
the school. I intercepted the message
on a loaned Apple Pro that Mr. Fry had given me and forgotten to totally
clean. The threatening student said that
he was from the KKK. Since it was my
prep, the vice principal checking rooms didn’t see me in the dark and didn’t
evacuate me. The teacher in the next
room over and I were the last ones out.
When the union
representative evacuated the teachers to a nearby church, since we couldn’t get
our cars out of the parking lot, I got some more face time with the principal.
“So if the threat is
from the KKK, why was the Jew the last one evacuated from the building with a
bomb?”
“Oh, I didn’t know
that you were Jewish!”
“Yes, and most hate
groups hate Jews, especially the KKK.”
At least at the end
of the year breakfast this same principal acknowledged how they had had a very
difficult Spring. As I said, “Good-bye to my teaching friends,” I slyly smiled
at the principal’s remark. G_d took the
administrators’ blessing away.
Though G_d was taking
care of me and making the administrators feel the pain that they had caused me,
I still was completely frustrated. I’d
been to over 14 interviews for teaching positions and been rejected well over
20 times. My students stopped asking how
the interview went and started asking about what I was going to do…without a
job?
Finally, after
replying multiple times, “I did my best, but I can’t fix old,” I said, “I’m
just going to have to go on faith that G_d will get me a job.” I also prayed, “G_d, please let me get a job
before the end of the school year, so my students know that I will be all
right!”
My prayers seemed
unanswered. Gabriel had to book the trip
to Alaska to visit his daughter without me.
I had no job and couldn’t afford it.
He was saddened, “You
need to get a job!”
“Don’t you think that
I know that? I’m applying for jobs every
week day!”
On top of all this,
my dad’s abrasive girlfriend was planning her 3 week trip to the Asian Pacific
Basin without my dad. She was busy
scheduling all the kids to take care of him while she was away. I gave her my schedule for a San Diego trip
and then Alaska originally, but as it became clear that I wasn’t getting a job,
I let her know that I was going to be more available to take Dad. She still left me off the schedule, because
she felt other people didn’t need to work around my schedule.
With the salt in my
eyes and the pain in my legs and all these emotions I stopped mid trail, threw
my backpack off, and picked up a couple of rocks. I threw them down the mountain into a snow
bank with all my strength yelling, “#!*!!#% you! $(@&# you!” I couldn’t believe that G_d would torture me
so much on so many fronts!
Gabriel stood in the
distance and tried to ignore my outburst.
I calmly put my backpack back on and marched onward toward the
Bench. Soon the trees gave way to a
high meadow on the top of the mountain.
Lake Tahoe was in its glory and in full view. We could even see the entrance to Emerald
Bay! With all the pain came this amazing
destination! We soon found the wooden
bench nestled in the highest mound of granite boulders. Peanut butter and jam sandwiches never tasted
so good with that spectacular view!
One of my students
had written under my Quotes of the Day section of the board, “Difficult paths
lead to amazing destinations!” This was
definitely the epidemy of her quote. I
kept heart that my next job would be an amazing destination.
It wasn’t until the
second to last week of school after the retirement party ended that I got my
one and only job offer. I had told Aryeh,
“I don’t need to ask G_d for guidance here.
He’s going to give me one job and that’s it.” G_d knows I have trouble deciding between two
opportunities and make bad choices. I
knew this time that I’d only get a narrow bridge of choices.
Sure enough, my job
offer was at a charter school without a union and I’d be paid $13,000 a year
less. The kids were angels at this
patriotic, traditional charter school, so that would be better for my
health. My teaching friend, who had
similarly difficult, inner city students had to retire early with heart disease, so I
didn’t want the inner city Math 1 students doing that to me!
Without question,
I took the job. I knew that G_d had
answered my prayer of letting me get a job before the end of the school year,
so that I could tell my students that I was going to be fine. My students were so happy for me, too! My son loved my resilience of taking all
those rejections and pummeling through the depression from them to get my job!
Soon, I’d find out
why G_d chose that job for me. My dad
was having to go to an Assisted Living Home for Memory Care in Folsom. My charter school which was in Roseville also
had an El Dorado branch. I hoped that
they moved me there. It was 15 minutes
from my dad, and I could have dinner with him after work. G_d arranged it and my new principal called
and with embarrassment said, “We’re going to have to move you from Roseville to
El Dorado. Is that OK?”
“Oh, that’s
wonderful news! Thank you. My dad is moving to a home near there, so
that works perfectly. Thank you!”
He was relieved
that I responded so well to his news and added, “You’ll be setting up the
middle school for 7 and 8th grade there and then open up the high
school when we have more students.”
“Oh, that’s also
wonderful news! I love building new
programs!”
When I finally
started reading the book about classical education that they had given me, it was about a
Thomas Jefferson Education. As I read, I
realized that this was definitely the school where I should be teaching. They wanted entrepreneurs, free thinkers,
leaders, and self learners. That’s how I
teach at the local State University in the summers where I teach 4th and
5th grade prodigies how to build and program Lego Mindstorm
Robots. It all became clear to me why
G_d had made my path so difficult. I
needed to find this school that was so close to my dad.
Before my dad’s
girlfriend had left for Asia for 3 weeks, I managed to get a few days with my
dad on the schedule. When I picked him
up for my first few days, he was so excited about the new place at his upscale assisted living home, so I drove him over there to see it with him. He posed with a big smile in his new
electronic couch which I figured out how to make work. It was such a lovely place that I put a few
pictures up on Facebook and said, “Dad’s new digs!”
You’d think that I
said something horrific with the way dad’s girlfriend went after me. Though I had asked my dad if she knew about
the move and gotten an affirmative, she acted like this was her first time
seeing it. “How insensitive!” she’d say as she’d leave me belligerent phone
messages.
While driving with
my brother, Luke, and Dad, she called to tell them, “She has the tact of a goat
and can’t make any decisions!” Luke gave
me a hand signal to stay quiet, so I just listened and fumed at her bullying
and belittling me.
She barraged me
with insane texts, so I wrote, “Stop. I
asked if you knew. Everyone said that
you did. I am sorry that you forgot that
you knew. Stop bullying me. I am sorry for your pain. We are all sad at Dad’s decline. Caretakers tend to die earlier from not
making the tough decision of sending their loved one to assisted living. It’s a sad time. Don’t take your sadness out on me.”
Her final irascible
message before I downloaded a blocking app was extremely long, but concisely
said, “We have been working on this for a year and a half and left you out of
this because you are a blabber mouth.
You will return your dad to Nevada City on July 1st.”
She was not going
to take away my last days alone with my dad and make me return him early to be
watched by the pet sitter! The blocking
app worked wonderfully. It took her days
to figure out how to harass me again---through other people conveying her
horrific messages.
Anyway, while I had
my uninterrupted time with my dad, I decided to ask his assisted living home what was needed for
my dad to be able to live there. He
needed a TB test and his doctor’s authorization. They mentioned that the doctor was booked for
6 months, though. Well, I needed a TB
test for my new job, so we got father/daughter TB tests. We made a few trips up to Nevada City and got
all my siblings and my high school portraits and other pictures, Dad’s medical
certificates, and a ship to put his new TV on which we purchased. I got him some of the softest sheets ever
with a waterproof mattress cover, and he picked out a lovely comforter and
pillow set. Dad has some great decorator
taste, I do have to say!
Fortunately, I was
able to get a cancelled spot with his primary care physician, and we drove up
to Nevada City one last time. The doctor
was very impressed with the assisted living home’s facilities and activities and
eagerly signed the admittance papers.
Dad’s girlfriend’s medical power of attorney was now nullified. The tactless, blabber mouth that couldn’t
make any decisions had now checkmated her.
She could not stall my dad from going to his new home either.
Dad had started
talking about new chickybabes, so I took him to Jos A. Banks and got him a new
wardrobe for a new life.
“It’s strange having
my daughter dress me,” Dad said to the sales lady.
“Well, you dressed
her and now it’s her turn to dress you!”
Then we went to Super
Cuts and got his hair cut. He looked
positively dapper! I dressed him just as
Mom would have.
We headed over to Blair’s
home for a Fourth of July Party after that.
It was great to see some many nieces that I hadn’t seen much over the
years. I was thankful that the situation
with Dad had made it so Blair and I could forgive and forget that she disowned
me after I lost my job for the first time ever four years ago. We just let it go. Our dad needed us. We needed to free dad from his girlfriend who
traveled to Asia for three weeks and wanted him left at home with a pet sitter
who was about to have major surgery herself.
She couldn’t take care of someone with dementia.
Dad had a lot of fun
talking with everyone at the party. Everyone
was so happy that I went rogue and got Dad ready to go to his preferred
retirement home. “You should never mess
with an Ulrich!” they kept saying.
I told everyone, “I
want Dad’s girlfriend to be focused on me with her anger, so I’m the bad
cop. You all should try to keep a
relationship with her, so we can get the rest of Dad’s things from Nevada
City.” They loved that idea.
At 9pm Dad just
started undressing and went to go to sleep on Blair’s couch. “Don’t you want to see the fireworks
Dad?” I asked.
“No. I’m just tired.”
Blair thought that
we should go get his medicine, but I surmised, “He’s asleep. Let’s watch the fireworks and then go get his
medicine.”
Blair and I sat
together and enjoyed a great cul de sac fireworks show. They used all the fireworks that Dad and I
had bought for the party, too! Then we
got Dad his medicine and all was well.
On July 5th,
my mom’s anniversary of her death, was the day for our Father/Daugher TB tests
to be read, so I picked Dad up at Blair’s and whisked him off for the
reading. We were both negative. Nothing was in the way of Dad going to his
new assisted living home!
It didn’t feel right
to take Dad back to Nevada City and leave him with the pet sitter as his
girlfriend’s schedule stated. Dad now
had a place where people would take care of him and clean up after his
accidents, make sure that he was eating correctly and washing, and being stimulated
with activities instead of just the TV.
So I asked my dad what he wanted to do.
“Dad, today I need to
take you back to Nevada City. Do you
want to go there or your assisted living home?”
Without hesitation
my dad said, “My assisted living home.”
“Your assisted living home it is then,” and I thought, “His girlfriend is going to blow a head gasket
when she gets home and Dad isn’t there.
Isn’t it funny how Dad starts his new lives over on July 5th! He started over after Mom died and now he’s
leaving his girlfriend on that same day.”
I sent the pet
sitter a message, “Dad isn’t coming back to Nevada City. He’s happy.
Don’t worry about him.”
It was hard for me
to leave Dad at his new assisted living home, but Gabriel was making me dinner in
South Lake Tahoe that night, so I had to go.
Fortunately, Luther and his wife showed up right before I had to
leave. I was so relieved. They could talk to him without me present and
see that this wasn’t my idea. Dad wanted
to live here now. I would go away for 5
days and let everyone have time to talk with Dad and learn that this was where
Dad wants to live.
His girlfriend tried
to bully everyone else into taking Dad back to Nevada City, but by then all his
kids new that Dad had a bad case of dementia.
He needed to be at this retirement home with memory care. She arrived back to the US and there was no
Dad at her house, despite her demands.
I’d prepared Dad’s new home for the angry girlfriend before I left, and
she did exactly as I predicted. She
tried to bully them with her medical power of attorney. She showed up a few days later and tried to
take him out of his new home, but my dad insisted that he wanted to live at his
new home and left her and went to lunch alone.
Blair was the observer to keep Dad from being kidnapped, so she took
Dad’s girlfriend to lunch away from prying eyes and tried to calm her down.
As soon as Dad’s
girlfriend knew without a doubt that Dad wanted his own life, I gathered up my
pictures of Mom and Dad and brought them to his room. It had been over 14 years, since Mom’s
pictures were up in his room. I wanted
him to remember her as he forgot all of us.
Unfortunately, the
girlfriend was in denial and wouldn’t let Dad have his peace. The accusations started flying, “Isolde stole
all this furniture while I was gone! She
went into his man cave and took his checkbook!
I had to control Isolde’s visits, because she is always wanting to visit
your dad. She takes him hiking
still. Don’t let her do that!” It kept going on for days until Luther and Blair
both were a united front and told her, “Isolde didn’t do that.”
Though it’s hard to be the focus of
psychotic anger, I felt grateful to be able to be there for my dad and free him
from elderly abuse. He was always there
for me. When that Frenchman pushed me
out of the missing luggage line in Tanzania, my dad stood in front of him and
said, “Let’s see you do that to me!” and
I was able to get my place back in line.
Now I stopped someone
from taking advantage of my dad. He
wasn’t a pet to be sat in front of a TV all day and fed periodically. He wasn’t a puppet for going out on the town
as a couple. He is my beloved father
with dementia who deserves the finest clothes and sheets to live out his last
days.
When G_d said to
Moses in Exodus 33:23, “You will see My Back, but My face shall not be seen….”,
one interpretation is that we cannot understand what G_d is doing in the
present, but we can see what He has done in retrospect. G_d has now allowed me to help my dad after
he has helped me for so many years. G_d
had allowed me to listen to my dad repeat story after story to me on our drives
and Monday dinners after work. Now Dad
has had another stroke and cannot tell me his stories any more while we
drive. Now I tell Dad his stories back
to him while we drive and he says, “Yes, I remember that!”