All About Mentoring Spring 2011 - SUNY Empire State College
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Starting with one he thought would be<br />
relatively straightforward, Daniel recalled<br />
a young couple, graduate students at the<br />
university who had appeared at the agency<br />
two days earlier. They were worried, though<br />
not quite as lost or desperate as other clients<br />
recently. Immediately, Daniel had liked<br />
them, and was reminded of himself not that<br />
many years ago. The young man said he was<br />
a philosophy student at the university, the<br />
young woman in anthropology. They had<br />
little money and hoped the agency could<br />
find them an inexpensive apartment.<br />
“We’re both trying to get through graduate<br />
school,” the young woman explained,<br />
Daniel hearing nothing he hadn’t heard<br />
often before. “We’ll take most anything<br />
you have.”<br />
“And then fix it up,” the philosophy<br />
major said.<br />
Calling for them, Daniel spoke to an<br />
available landlord, a man who owned<br />
a number of low-end buildings. “They<br />
look like great young people,” he told the<br />
landlord. “They can’t afford the dormitories<br />
at the university and are willing to take<br />
anything not too expensive.”<br />
The landlord hesitated. It was as if he were<br />
renting out luxury apartments. “Uhh …<br />
you’re sure about these kids Sometimes<br />
students will tear a place apart just for fun.<br />
Or they think it’s a good, revolutionary act.”<br />
“I’m sure,” Daniel said, dry. “Let them see<br />
one of your places. You won’t be sorry.”<br />
His next call was for an elderly Hispanic<br />
couple. Their daughter had called and<br />
then personally brought her parents to the<br />
agency. She was a feisty girl. Her parents,<br />
shy and tentative, smiled sweetly through<br />
the interview.<br />
“My parents are from San Salvador,” the<br />
daughter told Daniel. “I am so excited<br />
they’re here. It’s been years. I assured them<br />
you could find a nice home for them.” Her<br />
toughness softened, at least for the moment,<br />
her worry manifesting itself.<br />
“You can do that, can’t you” She leaned<br />
forward. Suddenly, Daniel thought she, too,<br />
might cry. “It doesn’t have to be the Taj<br />
Mahal. Just something they could live in<br />
close by. That would be wonderful.”<br />
The young woman’s parents watched<br />
Daniel closely, the old people already<br />
grateful. My God, he thought, poetry<br />
can be found anywhere.<br />
“I’ll do my best,” he told them.<br />
The second landlord was even more<br />
troublesome than the first. Daniel had<br />
worked with him several times before,<br />
and after all the economy was in such bad<br />
shape, and tough times would soon be<br />
getting even tougher.<br />
“Can they make the rent” the landlord<br />
asked, challenging Daniel. “More than a<br />
couple of my tenants have not been able to<br />
recently. I’m a businessman after all.”<br />
“Talk to them,” Daniel told him. “And the<br />
daughter. I have a feeling she’d do anything<br />
to help.”<br />
“I’ll need two months up front, and<br />
a security deposit. I can’t not do that<br />
anymore.”<br />
“Sure,” Daniel said.<br />
The following call was the toughest. It<br />
involved a daunting complaint, one familiar<br />
enough to Daniel. The city wanted to<br />
establish another residential home for<br />
people with mental and social problems. But<br />
Daniel talked as convincingly as he could<br />
with the complainant and, finally, prevailed,<br />
using all his experience and conviction to<br />
placate the man for the time being. The man<br />
was absolutely furious. Daniel imagined a<br />
big, imposing person, in construction or<br />
something.<br />
He was beside himself.<br />
“Look, I’ve heard you guys are going to put<br />
one of those damn houses for crazy people<br />
in my neighborhood,” he began. “Right<br />
on my god damn street! Well, I’m telling<br />
you you’re not going to get away with it. I<br />
don’t care if the city or the state or the god<br />
damned country is saying it’s okay. Not in<br />
my neighborhood. I’m thinking of getting<br />
all the neighbors to organize a protest. To<br />
fight back!”<br />
“Sir,” Daniel attempted to explain, the man<br />
pausing, perhaps calmed a little, his protest<br />
being made. “The group home is not a bad<br />
thing. Do you have any experience with<br />
them We have plenty of data we can show<br />
you. I’ll give you the names and addresses of<br />
other homes we have in the city.” He tried<br />
to make himself as compelling as the man<br />
was. “Go there and see for yourself. Have<br />
the neighbors join you. And, by the way,<br />
a few years ago, I lived only a few doors<br />
away from a group home, with my wife<br />
and children, and we never had any trouble<br />
at all. I’m not sure we even saw any clients<br />
who lived in the home.”<br />
The man actually continued to listen to him.<br />
Silently, Daniel thanked the gods.<br />
“And, this may not impress you,” he<br />
continued, almost afraid to stop talking,<br />
“But the people are not institutionalized.<br />
They get a place to live that’s a nice house,<br />
decent rooms. That can’t be bad. Suppose<br />
it was someone in your own family<br />
Who was so old, who couldn’t take<br />
care of themselves, who needed a little<br />
help, a little looking after Someone to<br />
give them their medication, or to ask if<br />
they’re comfortable”<br />
Now it was Daniel’s turn to pause. He<br />
supposed he shouldn’t go on any more and<br />
leave the situation open to more criticism.<br />
But he couldn’t help making one last point.<br />
“Please, come around to the agency.<br />
We’ll give you all the information you<br />
need. We’ll give you records. We can get<br />
testimonies. Again, this is a good thing, sir.<br />
A good thing.”<br />
Daniel held his breath. The man on the<br />
other end of the phone mumbled and<br />
grumbled. Could I have been successful<br />
Daniel wondered.<br />
“Well … I don’t know,” the man replied.<br />
“You sound like a smart person. I don’t<br />
know what to think. I think you’re too<br />
smart for me. I’ll think about what you<br />
said.”<br />
When he put the phone down, Daniel<br />
sighed, relieved.<br />
But rather than relax, Daniel kept on<br />
working. He didn’t slow down for the rest<br />
of the afternoon, until it was time to stop<br />
for the day and go home. Before leaving<br />
the agency, he couldn’t resist studying it<br />
with a curious eye, observing his colleagues<br />
at their work spaces or in their offices,<br />
the implacable papers covering desks,<br />
devoted souls on the phone scratching notes<br />
furiously or writing up their inevitable<br />
suny empire state college • all about mentoring • issue 39 • spring <strong>2011</strong>