8/19
Jeremy comes in to talk about Sunday services and
we wind up going to Oaxaca for lunch. How can anything compare to a combo taco
plate with a nopal (cactus), pollo mole and Korean (bul go gi and kimchi) taco combination plate?
Another interview for someone to replace Danielle.
A really sweet older woman. I have to say how much I appreciate Leila’s
presence. She has brought greater order to the office and has a strong quiet
presence. I learn to appreciate her more and more each day.
A man come in seeking an unlimited metrocard. Says
a church at 59th and Lexington..way across town… told him to come
here. Say what? Where exactly does that come from? I resent it when churches
with much more money send people to see us where any money has to come from me
personally. I can give him enough for a round trip metro card. That’s all I’ve
got. Seriously?
Over 21/2 hours discussing a proposed lease with a
lawyer is nothing short of exhausting. Are we willing to put all our chips on the table? I am
feeling drained.
As I come back to the church, I encounter Keith.
He’s still trying to get veteran’s assistance for a much needed operation. How
is it that these volunteer veterans sent to Iraq or Afghanistan wander our
streets suffering from PTSD and God knows what else from wars we can’t even
figure out what we’re trying to win? It makes Colonel Kincaid in the Oldest
Living Graduate all the more understandable. It just never ends. Never ends. We
keep sending soldiers to give their lives for what? Are these homeless
wandering veterans really that much better off than those who died? Well OK, that’s a rhetorical question.
Hey pastor, Keith says. You know what they’re trying
to do to my governor? (He’s talking about Texas Governor Rick Perry.) They’re
trying to indict his ass. It’s all about the goddamn border. Those goddamn Mexicans.
Keep coming across. Do you realize it costs us Americans, us hard working people,
$378 per Mexican? Those goddamn Mexicans…
I look at him. And have no idea what to say. Finally I say, Keith, I hope you get the
help you need soon. You can’t keep living on the steps You’ll die. Let me know
if I can help…
Even though I’m emotionally and physically
exhausted, I’m on my way to Esther’s. A night of making music with her and
Katie just might help.
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