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Yes, this question has actually been posed to me. I thought I would share the story since I think it’s worth telling.
When I was working in Springfield, I was fortunate to have a very good boss. I enjoyed going to work everyday and genuinely liked everyone that I worked with. There was a feeling of family there that I just really enjoyed since it was the first time I’d lived away from home.
Renee always put herself out there for her employees. She was always available by phone for countless questions on products and to mediate any customer issues. She was a loving and giving person and one that ended up in a bad situation. She was divorced, but living with her ex. Her two teenage sons lived with there as well. The living situation left much to be desired and one evening she tried to break up a fight between the boys. Renee got tossed like a rag doll.
When we were working the next day, I noticed the bruises. I didn’t even think about it before the words were coming out of my mouth. I insisted that she pack her things and come stay with me until we could get her a place of her own. She stammered something about being in the way and an inconvenience. Well, as we all know I’m not exactly tackful at times and I told her that if she didn’t pack her things that I’d come and do it for her. So, over the next few days she collected her things and I made space at my place for her.
It was ideal really. We worked opposite shifts so one of us almost always had the place to ourselves. Well, one night after work I came home to grab somethings before heading to Kansas City for the weekend. In my rush to get her squared away I had ‘forgotten’ that my witchy books were up on the shelf in my walk in closet. So, when I entered the threshold of the apartment Renee looked up from reading one of my books and greeted me with a voice reminiscent of Glinda the Good Witch saying, “Are you a good witch or a bad witch?”
At this point I was caught. I hadn’t come out to my co-workers as being Pagan, but here it was as plain as could be. I swallowed hard and blurted out, “I’m a good witch, of course.”
Really, what else could I say? (That leads into a whole discussion on black and white magick…which is for an another post.) I was afraid there might be repercussions from that admission, but thankfully there weren’t. It didn’t affect our relationship, personally or professionally.
That was a moment of truth for me. It was when I really felt completely committed to the path I was walking and honestly it felt good being able to say it out loud to someone and be held accountable for it. After that moment I’ve never doubted the path I’ve been on and I’ve never looked back.