Tuesday a few fellow librarians-in-training and I went to a homeless shelter in town to help serve dinner.
I did it last semester and found it so fulfilling and for once in my life, I felt like I was giving something back, making a difference. There's nothing like serving when you can get nothing in return. Put's life in perspective, if no more than just a bit.
As soon as we walked in, I wished Elaine was with us. The supervisor last night, his name was Adam, he had longish hair, a beard, the most kind eyes I've seen on a living person (though I'd like to think Paddy was a true living, breathing man - wouldn't we all be happier?), and he was so sweet. Soft-spoken, but with a great sense of humor. He and Lance would have been best friends with Elaine instantly, and she'd be hanging out with them right now.
Oh, Friend. Only you would understand.
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I have no idea who the angry lesbian is, or why she's decided to hate me. Am I a hater? No, people, I'm not a hater.
Oh well. Can't please everyone. I'm with you, Jami, guess it means I'm a kind person, or something.
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