And then there's the days you hate to be you....

It was bad enough that a lovely lady I knew, one that worked in our office, was coming to see me to continue a conversation about leaving the husband that beat her, abused her and her children, and was deeply concerned that God would condemn her for it.

But then that afternoon, one of our Prep teachers stumbled across a suicide note from an ex-student. It had been hidden in her brother's bag, and had fallen out of his locker.

I'm not sure that there is anything in life more heartbreaking than a suicide note penned by a twelve-year old. The teacher, Jane, that had discovered it, had actually come to me not for suggestions on how to deal with the letter, but rather to be consoled after reading it. I am so glad she did, because it was only after she had passed on the letter to me that we realized that a formal suicide intervention was required.

Now, as far as we know, the child is safe, but I am still awaiting word from her mother.

What can I say? Some days are harder than others in this job............