March 6, 2014
I want to be the first in line to get my
brownie points, earned for the on-going suffering, endless sacrifice, or an
ocean of tears. There isn’t even a line, rumor has it, for coupons from the
tortured anguish, generous altruism, or constant selflessness. In fact, I don't
even get any for my countless bigheartedness, daily gratitude, or doling out
mucho compassion.
So I may as well just do what makes me passionate, accept the thrill with each day, whatever that amounts to, and be in the moment.
So I may as well just do what makes me passionate, accept the thrill with each day, whatever that amounts to, and be in the moment.
I am moved to find a way to work with the
homeless youth somewhere. Monday, I stood at the SafeZone’s locked door,
shivering in the subzero temps in my big girl skirt, hose, wavering in my
uncomfortable fashion boots. Made
numerous phone calls to the un-named disrespectful man I was scheduled to meet
and the “Operator.” Had to leave forced cheery messages while my blue lips
chattered, knees knocked together and unfeeling toes curled. Just now, three
days later, heard from The Man. He had an emergency.
Read the article
this morning: http://readersupportednews.org/news-section2/318-66/22404-from-death-row-a-powerful-letter-on-slavery
and am all the more determined to get out of my own head and do something to
educate the youth.
Onward!
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