I sit with people in their final months, cleaning them, comforting them, being there when their own bodies fail. I make barely more than minimum wage for work that holds a whole human life. To everyone but the family, it's like the work is invisible.
More people experience this than they realize.
You do sacred work at the end of life for near-minimum wage, and almost no one sees it.
If this sounds familiar, the Library can help you find the bigger picture.