The Skeptics
Word travels fast in a zoo, and before long, my daily “elephant therapy sessions” had become the talk of the staff break room.
“The new girl’s out there chatting with Dumbo again,” I’d hear them whisper.
“How long you think before she gives up? My money’s on six weeks.”
“Poor kid has no idea what she’s gotten herself into.”
The eye rolls and sideways glances stung, but Mike had my back.
“Let her try,” he’d say whenever someone got too vocal about my “wasted efforts.” “Emily’s got something the rest of us might’ve forgotten along the way—hope.”
That meant everything to me. Having one person believe in what I was doing made all the difference in the world.
