That would probably have been that, but something in me found it in me to say to the (ahem) elder of the two "elders" (which is hysterical; what do they know about being an elder?): "Hey, I just want you to know that I appreciate the fact that whenever some of you come to the door, you are always friendly, well-mannered, and nicely dressed (although it's cold out! I hope you have warmer coats with you!)," kind of thing. He teared up. I am sure these guys are so used to rejection and so prepared for it in any form, that he was genuinely shocked to receive praise. He looked me in the eye and said, "My name is John. What is yours?" I said, "My name is Liz." He held out his hand and I shook it, the other kid shook my hand, and then they turned around and headed to their next stop.
Zing.
There have been relatively few bright spots like this, this week, and it may take until Friday to write my next post, trying to assess what's happening "one week on." Let's all dig deep and find our courage.
There have been relatively few bright spots like this, this week, and it may take until Friday to write my next post, trying to assess what's happening "one week on." Let's all dig deep and find our courage.