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* The best present makes the best future.
I’m posting very little new material these days, but there are hundreds of posts different folks may not have seen the first time around. So I’ve had in mind possibly to start “recycling” old posts.
I happened across this one today. Actually, its story has been on my mind given recent difficulties getting into the shelter. And when I re-read it today, I was moved, not just by the story about Leo, but the remark about dwelling in untoward feelings. I see so many people around me, and so many expressions in the media, of folk dwelling in grievance, anger, the feeling of injustice, of being disadvantaged, of harboring resentment especially against those of different skin color.
And even within Christianity, I find sometimes such negativity being encouraged, in the name of justice; wholly forgetting the Gospel mandate to forgive, forgive, forgive.
The below post first appeared 2015-12-12.
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Saturday 2015-12-05
14:40. Actually, Leo arrived first.
But he got turned away.
o Job search diary 08/10/16 – 08/16/16
| THURSDAY 2016-08-11 |
| Starting over |
| Looked over record of what I’ve done so far, and it’s just overwhelming. Decided that rather than try to pick up where I left off, I’d do better to just start all over. Many of the applications I submitted before have no doubt expired. |
* Forget the System.
* ISO shoes that fit
Here’s a problem I’ve never faced before.
o Job search diary 08/03/16 – 08/09/16
| SATURDAY 2016-08-06 |
| Replacing IDs |
| Friday morning at breakfast, I was picking up my things to leave, and saw this other fellow’s things. He had no backpack to speak of, and had a King James Bible sitting on top of his stuff. He meant to carry that Bible in his hand everywhere he went all day. On the one hand, this struck me as foolish. On the other hand — where’s my Bible? It wasn’t among the stash I went through on Thursday 07/28. It must be somewhere. |
| Overnight I would recall that I had — or had had, at one time — some additional belongings stashed in the furnace room at church. |
| Today I looked there, and found two backpacks. I opened one, and there was my Bible, right there; and my IDs, the originals, just as I recalled them, in a glassine bag inside a manila folder. Many other important papers. All in remarkably good shape, given the extremes of temperature and humidity they meet in that room. |
| I’m back in business. |
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* Guilty plea in riots arson, assault
o Job search diary 07/27/16 – 08/02/16
| MONDAY 2016-08-01 |
| Replacing IDs |
| TO DO: (1) Replace birth certificate (2) Replace social security card (3) Renew state photo ID (Deadline 08/30/16.) |
* Police officers arrested in brutality case
* Homogenized language
Note that he found the backwoodsmen’s speech unintelligible.
(Reblogged 02/22/24.)
I graduated from a college located deep in the Blue Ridge Mountains. I worked the cash register at an appliance store after class to make a little extra beer and gas money. This store sold ovens, refrigerators, televisions and stereo systems but the big seller was satellite television dishes. Keep in mind, this was 35 years ago. Cable television was only available in densely populated areas and satellite dishes weren’t the cute little contraptions we mount on the side of our houses today, these were big ass, six-foot wide, got their own zip code dishes.
There were two big cash crops in this community (not counting moonshine), Christmas trees and burley tobacco. After selling their burley corp, and after Christmas, families who lived deep, deep in the nook and crannies of the mountains that surrounded this community would come to town with a fat roll of bills in the pockets of their overalls…
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