Now Hiring: Caregiver.
There’s no gunfire.
But make no mistake—this is a fight.
A fight against silence.
Against decline.
Against the kind of emptiness that creeps in when no one knocks anymore.
She’s there.
Waiting.
Groceries too heavy.
Pills forgotten.
Family too far away—or just too busy.
You walk in.
With purpose.
This isn’t babysitting.
This is a standoff with time.
With loneliness.
With a thousand little indignities no one else bothers to see.
You bring:
A dead-on stare at what others look away from
A calm voice in the mess
A body that moves when needed
A gut instinct to stay when others leave
You don’t flinch.
You don’t whine.
You show up with backbone.
This is frontier work.
And we’re hiring.
So what’s it gonna be, stranger?
You riding past?
Or walking through that door?