Shelter night is usually good for me: it takes me out of my own head and makes me grateful for all that I have, grateful for everything I don't have to struggle for.
But today my opinion of humanity's ability to look after each other is at a critically low ebb, and I'm not sure I'll clear that stubby nub of heartbreak that churns up every time I sign in a family with kids, or somebody's grandmother, or someone my age -- someone well showered, holding down two jobs, still unable to cover the rent.
So we'll see.
Posting by cameraphone from this miserable little room where we'll feed and shelter 37 souls tonight.
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
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