Enough of the pre-canonization propaganda….. I am sad: Dick is finishing his ministry in Guyana for all sorts of reasons at the end of December. And, of course, this means he will not be here if/when I return. [Ah yes, my students, as I have said, “grief is essentially selfish” – at least initially.] He will head back to his family farm in Oregon… and I will miss him.
|From their Prison Shots of 2006|
Annessia and Nathoya
These two had been my students a few years ago and were among those 19 fired/laid off by Mercy to “save” the hospital. Well, Tony and I had a meeting for all those folks last Sunday and 6 showed up [I have seen almost everyone else in the following days.] It was a good meeting of sharing and support and for a moment there seemed to be more of the spirit of the Mercy Family there than elsewhere. It is strange – well, not that strange for here. There was very little resentment at Mercy even though almost no-one had seen it coming. It confirmed my “script” that there is a generalized despair….. like "Nothing good ever happens here in my life and why should this be different?" Anyhow, they exchanged phone numbers and offered ideas of how they could use their strengths to get jobs.
It was a successful trip and when I got home – guess what – one of the dogs at the parsonage or had a red eye. So I took a digital picture of my guard dog humping my leg ..… and went back to St. Ann’s and asked for a consult from Dr. John, and said that I would pay for good advice for my dog. She was thrilled and so was everyone else – till she realized that she would actually have to read the book! I am still waiting for the advice and as the dog in question is still barking most of the night it seems that the disease wasn’t terminal.
I have no idea of how and if John will survive outside the womb of St. Ann’s. And I remember feeling the same (though I don’t have Hiv, nor am I a girl) when I left Maryknoll and Catholicism: I didn’t know if I would survive… and if I did as what? I do think that there were some who would have given me the same odds as this John… I can only pray that this John will survive with the blessings I've had.
The long standing restaurant was pretty much a ghost town as the new and chrome and cool New Thriving Chinese restaurant had opened across the street. He stood, polite and courteous, unlike me in most ways, yet I saw myself in him -- in a world that had passed his style by, where customers were valued for themselves and their stories as well as their dollars… and the tip is included in the bill. I imagine that this is how all us older people feel and whether the new will be better, I don't know – it just will be. At least we can remember and smile.
My Adopted Son, Rashleigh, The Lecturer