Upon hearing about some of my woes this week, a friend commented: "Vomit, nudity, snazzy area of town.... are you sure you haven't switched gears from ministry to club promoter??"
I cracked up.
Fortunately today was a tamer day. We did have one violent outburst at the door, but no damage was done and 911 was not called. A success, all things considered. I'm still recovering my appetite and strength after last night's salmonella fest, but things seem to be looking up.
2 comments:
Man, i am just updating myself on your blog!
I recall many years ago on my first official date with my now-husband. It was a church Young Adult Catholic dance that I helped to organize at a parish in Toronto. My husband not known for his dancing skills went out for a smoke. (sidebar: He had to give up smoking if he was going to marry me)
I started wondering where he was and went outside and saw him down on the ground helping a homeless drunk and verbally abusive person who was a "regular".
All I could think of was - "I thought this was one of the wealthier areas of Toronto?"
Between that and being accosted at the Finch subway at 10pm one evening in one of the underground walkways - when no one was around - has made me not want to walk alone in TO day or night.
That church was YOUR church.
Born in the 'burbs and hoping to move further and further away!
Come on 649!!!
Pax Christi,
Teresa B.
I'm not surprised, Teresa, and I'm now on high alert every time I leave my home.
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