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| Today started out fairly normal. Met with the Pres of our company and the sheriff's department about some graffiti problems we're having on the property i manage. I met with some of my clients, made a trip to costco to pick up a few things for our program members. It was after our staff meeting that my day changed........
I was walking up to my office and saw water seeping out from under the door....right away realizing this is not a good sign. I opened my door and the stench was overwhelming, i instantly knew what happened.
One of our on site staff members has been having problems with her bathroom, the bathroom which is right above my office has been flooding. And today it flooded again......oh it flooded.
let's just say......i may not be able to work in my office tomorrow if the smell hasn't subsided any
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| Every day I go to work where my job is to help people grow. Grow mentally, spiritually, physically. My job is to encourage, stretch and be and advocate for change in lives. I think the reality is, my clients are helping me grow....mentally, spiritually, and physically. The alcoholic teaches me patience, the Domestic violence victim teaches me compassion, the person suffering from mental illness teaches me that th Lord truly is the ultimate healer.
I sat in my office today as a little boy came running in to show me the sticker he got in school today for listening. He was beaming from ear to ear, he knew I understand how big of an accomplishment this was for him, and he was right, it's huge. I gave him a High-5 and a hug. I also told him that there was a coloring book for him at the end of the week if he continues.
His mom stood in the doorway and tears were welling up in her eyes. I asked her about her tears. "he's needs this program as much as i do, huh?" I smile and stood up and gave her a hug....she's getting it.
It's moments like those....though followed by the chaos of the homeless shelter, are why i wake up each morning and go to work.
It's good to be back
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| Funny how I've had such an incredible year....SO much has happened, and yet thats when I chose to stop writing. Why? I wish I had an answer.
I'm going to try and start writing again Here is our new pet:
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| This song brought me to tears today:
PINK
"Dear Mr. President"
(feat. Indigo Girls)
Dear Mr. President,
Come take a walk with me.
Let's pretend we're just two people and
You're not better than me.
I'd like to ask you some questions if we can speak honestly.
What do you feel when you see all the homeless on the street?
Who do you pray for at night before you go to sleep?
What do you feel when you look in the mirror?
Are you proud?
How do you sleep while the rest of us cry?
How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye?
How do you walk with your head held high?
Can you even look me in the eye
And tell me why?
Dear Mr. President,
Were you a lonely boy?
Are you a lonely boy?
Are you a lonely boy?
How can you say
No child is left behind?
We're not dumb and we're not blind.
They're all sitting in your cells
While you pave the road to hell.
What kind of father would take his own daughter's rights away?
And what kind of father might hate his own daughter if she were gay?
I can only imagine what the first lady has to say
You've come a long way from whiskey and cocaine.
How do you sleep while the rest of us cry?
How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye?
How do you walk with your head held high?
Can you even look me in the eye?
Let me tell you 'bout hard work
Minimum wage with a baby on the way
Let me tell you 'bout hard work
Rebuilding your house after the bombs took them away
Let me tell you 'bout hard work
Building a bed out of a cardboard box
Let me tell you 'bout hard work
Hard work
Hard work
You don't know nothing 'bout hard work
Hard work
Hard work
Oh
How do you sleep at night?
How do you walk with your head held high?
Dear Mr. President,
You'd never take a walk with me.
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| I'm working on a post about the Celebrate Recovery Conference I volunteered at last week Will post in a day or two.
I start a new job tomorrow.
I feel like I have SO much to say......but it's like I'm out of practice with blogging and can't put my thoughts together....weird.
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