I have to admit, that little chapter in my life ended with quite a dramatic flair. While I didn't mean to stage my exit in a blaze of glory, I am still glad I was able embed the exact impression I was hoping for when I made the decision to leave -- on both management and the entire team. I am proud to have stood by my team till the very end, and I would do it again a thousand times over because of the mere fact that I fiercely believe in their strengths as well as weaknesses -- as trainees, as teammates, and as friends.
The text messages I received the days following my resignation never failed to tug at my heartstrings. Oft times I had to keep myself from heading over to the 21st floor of the building just a few blocks from my house, to give each of my agents on duty at that time the warmest of hugs I can spare. I would have wanted to tell them, "That was part of training, and I hope you learned something valuable from the little performance I made." And then I would have wanted to stay.
But since life is as absolute as it is cruel, there is no chance of such a thing ever happening. The last thing left here to do is close the door, and face the new riot of stories in a growing cacophony looming before me. If there is strength left in me to get through this new chapter, I couldn't care less. If I have strength to breathe, then I have strength to walk through it.
