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  • Shakespeare in the Park. The best part of my summer. But when it comes to building the stage, how could I, a 5'0" 98lb. little girl, compare to the big strong men? Showing up watching the boys lift platforms, and equipment like they were made of styrofoam. What could I possibly do? Mallory, useless.

    But I was not useless. I wouldn't let myself be useless.

    "Sweetie, your shoulders are red, put on a little more sunscreen."

    "Why don't you go sit down, and drink some water. You need to stay hydrated."

    "Let me take care of that cut/bump/blister."

    I am not useless. I am not useless because I have a place. I could do the one thing these big strong men couldn't do: I could observe everyone. Make sure everyone was okay, was safe. And all day I got smiles.

    "Thank you! You're right, I need to take care of myself."

    Nurturing is a job too. I am the opposite of useless.
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