Gettysburg Addressee, Part One
A little while ago, “BigHam” requested that I explain my time in Gettysburg, PA. Here goes it. This story takes place about seven years ago.
I was one of those kids they talk about in the news that stayed living with their parents for an inordinate amount of time. Finally catching my first whiff of motivation, I was in the process of completing my internship and education in Surgical Technology at CHI Institute in Broomall, PA. You know the place…if you have ever watched weekday television, you have seen the ads for it and other learning institutions of its ilk. The persuasive pitchmen attempt to motivate all of us slackers to “Start an exciting career in the medical field.” I took them up on the offer, as I was already pretty heavily involved as a volunteer Emergency Medical Technician. Some of you might even remember me from GFAC and Wagontown.
Yearning to finally spread my wings and fly away, I started applying for tech jobs in various parts of the country; like most nursing and medical jobs, there is a high demand for these skill-sets everywhere. I thing the furthest distance I applied was Dallas, TX, but being only a semi-adventurous soul, I mainly stuck to the tri-state area. I ended up at Gettysburg Hospital in Gettysburg, PA.
For the uninitiated, historic Gettysburg is only about two hours away from our fair county. What person who is interested in history and the medical field could pass up the opportunity to work in the middle of one of the most gruesome battlefields in American History? I sure couldn’t. The town lies encased like a pearl in a shell formed by the surrounding national park lands. Because of this, the only big businesses around are forced to the outskirts of town along the Route 15 and Route 30 corridors.
I made my residence in an apartment overtop of a record store (a bad made move for a confirmed music junkie) right off the town square…otherwise known as a traffic circle. That is where it began.
I was one of those kids they talk about in the news that stayed living with their parents for an inordinate amount of time. Finally catching my first whiff of motivation, I was in the process of completing my internship and education in Surgical Technology at CHI Institute in Broomall, PA. You know the place…if you have ever watched weekday television, you have seen the ads for it and other learning institutions of its ilk. The persuasive pitchmen attempt to motivate all of us slackers to “Start an exciting career in the medical field.” I took them up on the offer, as I was already pretty heavily involved as a volunteer Emergency Medical Technician. Some of you might even remember me from GFAC and Wagontown.
Yearning to finally spread my wings and fly away, I started applying for tech jobs in various parts of the country; like most nursing and medical jobs, there is a high demand for these skill-sets everywhere. I thing the furthest distance I applied was Dallas, TX, but being only a semi-adventurous soul, I mainly stuck to the tri-state area. I ended up at Gettysburg Hospital in Gettysburg, PA.
For the uninitiated, historic Gettysburg is only about two hours away from our fair county. What person who is interested in history and the medical field could pass up the opportunity to work in the middle of one of the most gruesome battlefields in American History? I sure couldn’t. The town lies encased like a pearl in a shell formed by the surrounding national park lands. Because of this, the only big businesses around are forced to the outskirts of town along the Route 15 and Route 30 corridors.
I made my residence in an apartment overtop of a record store (a bad made move for a confirmed music junkie) right off the town square…otherwise known as a traffic circle. That is where it began.
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posted by TGB at
11:16 PM
3 Comments:
Costs being what they are, many offspring are staying in the nest longer or are finding themselves returning home to roost for a bit after college. In single parent homes, this can be a good thing for both that parent and the child.
Bee: That may be true. It’s a “to each, his own” situation. I’m willing to bet my parents wouldn’t want to live with me again!
I’m betting you would be wrong. Parents will always be parents, willing to aid their offspring in whatever way they can. They would want you to be happy in your own home with your wife and family but would always be happy to take you and your family back under their wing should you need their help and support. I’m sure there are families where this would not be the case, but I believe the majority would be there when needed.
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