Tuesday, November 6, 2007
Day two...
Finally with Habitat...
Today was a hell of a lot easier than Monday. Ask anyone who went to the Medical Clinic and then banged hammers or climbed ladders today at the Habitat site--today was easier than being in huge body suits and shoveling sludge.
I think it's interesting the side of people you get to see when you're in a situation where their safety is in your hands or where someone's wall is yours and a stranger's responsibility. All for a person you don't know.
I wonder why this kind of caring isn't shared more in day to day life... hmmm...
The living down here isn't so bad. It isn't so great but the hospitality lives up to its name, as you might experience if you come down and enjoy the service from the Gold Star Diner's lovely waitress... she lives just down the street from Camp Hope and has a diabetic father whom she calls Pa (almost sounds liek Paw), and just bought a house for 16 G's. These are the stories you get to hear around here.
I like how people just open up to you like that in small towns. My lil OneBrick group and I wondered how a "diner" in California might differ, especially in the more metro areas. Rarely would you find a waitress spilling her life story at Chevy's. Usually in the Bay Area, you find people conversing with others... but those others are online, buddies out in cyberspace. We're all sitting around with our heads shoved into laptops or reading text messages. Rarely are we chatting with the guy next to us with the amazing life story to share. If Betsy at Chevy's were to open up and tell her about her house in foreclosure or her diabetic father, we might wonder why she's telling us all this when in secret, I think we all kind of like this openness.
Anyways, these are just some thoughts I had today. I know it's hard to open up to strangers you'll only know for a week or so... but don't be so afraid to open up to them.
Besides all this... My foot has been chewed up by fireants, I'm grateful for my mattress, I was ready to go to bed at 7, and I miss all my friends and hot showers. But... I get to pound hammers and caulk shit all day. Not bad.
Today was a hell of a lot easier than Monday. Ask anyone who went to the Medical Clinic and then banged hammers or climbed ladders today at the Habitat site--today was easier than being in huge body suits and shoveling sludge.
I think it's interesting the side of people you get to see when you're in a situation where their safety is in your hands or where someone's wall is yours and a stranger's responsibility. All for a person you don't know.
I wonder why this kind of caring isn't shared more in day to day life... hmmm...
The living down here isn't so bad. It isn't so great but the hospitality lives up to its name, as you might experience if you come down and enjoy the service from the Gold Star Diner's lovely waitress... she lives just down the street from Camp Hope and has a diabetic father whom she calls Pa (almost sounds liek Paw), and just bought a house for 16 G's. These are the stories you get to hear around here.
I like how people just open up to you like that in small towns. My lil OneBrick group and I wondered how a "diner" in California might differ, especially in the more metro areas. Rarely would you find a waitress spilling her life story at Chevy's. Usually in the Bay Area, you find people conversing with others... but those others are online, buddies out in cyberspace. We're all sitting around with our heads shoved into laptops or reading text messages. Rarely are we chatting with the guy next to us with the amazing life story to share. If Betsy at Chevy's were to open up and tell her about her house in foreclosure or her diabetic father, we might wonder why she's telling us all this when in secret, I think we all kind of like this openness.
Anyways, these are just some thoughts I had today. I know it's hard to open up to strangers you'll only know for a week or so... but don't be so afraid to open up to them.
Besides all this... My foot has been chewed up by fireants, I'm grateful for my mattress, I was ready to go to bed at 7, and I miss all my friends and hot showers. But... I get to pound hammers and caulk shit all day. Not bad.
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