10/29/2026
WORKING THROUGH MY PAST FEARS
Tonight Francis and I were watching Chicago PD on NBC. I can barely stand to watch that program. Why? Because I worked on the South Side of Chicago from 1987 until 1998. I worked with people from many ethnic communities throughout Chicago, setting up social service programming within their communities.
Originally, I worked with Chicago City Colleges as a curriculum and instruction coordinator, and I was the liaison to the Immigration and Naturalization Service office in Chicago. Over those years, I gained a great deal of insight into how everything worked.
I opened my own social service agency and took on contract work with the Department of Children and Family Services. I hired 26 caseworkers and counselors to help deliver those services. We also provided translation services to INS. I designed the casework and counseling program to respond to the needs of our clients and meet the requirements of the agency we were contracted with.
One wing of our agency provided in-home support and homemaker services to mothers and fathers who needed help keeping their children at home, so the children would not have to be placed in foster care.
Another wing worked with families whose children needed help returning home to their parents. We worked with the parents to reach agreements and help them cooperate with the department so their families could be reunited. We were extremely busy.
Tonight, watching Chicago PD, I got sick to my stomach. I remember those neighborhoods. I remember those streets. I remember the guns, the shooting, the sound of bullets whizzing past my head when I went to visit parents living in the projects. My staff experienced the same thing.
During those years, I knew no fear. I worked constantly, believing that the Lord was with me. I believed that if I was doing this work for the right reasons, keeping the families and the Lord front and center in my mind, I would survive.
You see, I believed I was doing the right work. And I think the staff members who were closest to me shared that sense of purpose.
Tonight, watching this television program, I got sick to my stomach, and I felt fear.
I feel all the fear that I did not feel then.
~ Jeanne Schneider Vargas