Tuesday, March 31, 2015

Escape #5

This is a continuing story from prompts by Josie at Two Shoes Tuesday. You can read earlier installments on my Tuesday posts. Thanks for hosting. The words Josie has chosen for this week are "fantasy" and "fool", which you will find as a part of this story.

Eric offered to take her around to a few apartment buildings to find a safe and secure place to stay. In the second building, Frances found a one-bedroom with a small kitchen that would suit her well. At her hotel room, she repacked her baggage. Within just the one day, she had found a more permanent spot to call home.


She had time to practice her Spanish as she waited for her work permit, carrying on total Spanish conversations with Eric over morning coffee. During the day, she found some second hand shops. In these she found a bed and a few pieces of furniture for her apartment, but bought a new mattress and springs and some linens to complete her shopping at another store. At a local bank, she opened an account, but put most of her funds into a lock box. The visa and work permit process was completed with the week, and Frances began her new job at the cafe.

“Tell me more about yourself, Eric,” Frances directed in her choppy Spanish, as she watched him paint.

No hay mucho que contar.” (Not much to tell). I was studying in the States this past semester, and will probably go back in the fall. But being here in Spain, I’m considering taking a semester to study here, or maybe even a year, as it would be foolish for me to leave now. I’ve served my time in the military, and I just want some time to think about where and how to spend my life. What about you?”
 
Frances smiled at him, then turned away. “It’s a bit complicated, Eric. Let’s just say that I’m recently widowed, and I need some time away from New York to begin a new single life. You’ve been so helpful.”
 
“I’m sorry to hear about your husband. How did he die?”
 
“Let’s change the subject, okay? I’m not ready to talk about it.”
 
“How about dinner with me tonight? I’ll find a place near Retiro Park, and we can have a nice stroll after we eat. Sound like fun?”
 
Eric arrived at her apartment around six. Together they walked to the restaurant Eric had chosen. He ordered a Ribera del Duero tempranillo to accompany their tapas and a lasagna. After dinner they walked the short distance to the Park and strolled along the wide sidewalks as skate boarders weaved around them. They sat for a short time by the water, enjoying the ducks and geese. Frances was beginning to think all this was a fantasy, and that she would wake up soon.
 
“I still have so much trouble understanding the conversations, even the little kids who are playing here. I guess that will come in time.  I want them to just slow down a little,” Frances laughed at her ignorance of the language.
 
Eric put his arm around her, pulling her toward him. Then he kissed her on the cheek.
 
“Paciencia mi dulce,” (Patience, my sweet) he said, smiling. “Let’s get you home to your apartment.”


They walked back to the entrance of the park, not noticing the man sitting with his back to them on a bench nearby. 

More to come next Tuesday. What do you think about the man on the park bench? How safe is Frances?

Have a great day!
Linda Kay

Monday, March 30, 2015

Blue Monday

It's been a while since I've joined in with Smiling Sally on Blue Monday, so here goes!

I walked around my house and took a few pictures to share with you.
 This is a special picture that hangs in my kitchen to remind me of my visit to Spain. I bought the picture from a street vendor, and felt it really captures the area well. 


 This is just my common old ordinary salt and pepper shakes, but they kind of look like Flow Blue, don't they? I enjoy them on my table and counter.


 This is a special picture of my three children, Heidi, Angel, and Randy. This was taken several years ago, but they are all still beautiful, loving kids. The girls live within an hour of my home, and my son is working on moving to Texas with his family.


I shared this picture of the Soup Tureen that belonged to my mother on Friday, but it is blue, so here it is again.

All of these are cheerful items in my home, and they make me smile, so I don't really have a blue Monday!

And just for Anni - I finally found a tree branch with my initial "L"



Remember...Wednesday is my day to host a story created from a picture you have taken. Instructions are on the blog.

Linda Kay

Saturday, March 28, 2015

Saturday Meme

“Stop worrying about the potholes in the road and celebrate the journey”
Barbara Hoffman

This is our quote today from Patricia's Place.

If you Google worry stones, you will see lots of possibilities of these listed and recommended by psychologists even for children who are under stress. The idea is to place the stone between our thumb and forefinger and rub your worries away, or at least think of calming movement to get rid of your worries.

I used to be a worrier, not warrior, as Google thought I was referring at first search. My hubby is my steady calming effect, as he has a patient demeanor and doesn't seem to worry too much about anything. He lays out plans, and enjoys the journey. It has taken me a long time to be able to just enjoy the journey with him.

There is nothing wrong with planning, actually, as it helps to relieve worry for those of us who have the tendency. But planning and then going back to re-plan and worry about all possible outcomes, is really on the borderline of "crazy". Thus the worry stone. 

For example, we are taking a long road trip to Maine this year, then staying for a month and driving back. We can lay out the driving plan, but in the middle of summer, it's not likely we need to have a hotel reservation too far ahead. If we did that, then we would have to be worrying about what time we were going to arrive at the daily destination instead of enjoying the trip. We could also anticipate what would happen if we have a breakdown in our 5-year old 105,000 mile car. But we have AAA if such a situation occurs, so why worry? The list goes on and on.

The point is, there are so many alternatives to any situation if we choose to worry about the outcome. If we do concern ourselves too much about the alternatives, we might miss out on the joy of the adventure. 

What situations can you think of where you might have enjoyed the journey more if you hadn't been a worrier (not warrior...that's a whole other subject!).

Have a special Saturday. Thanks for hosting, Patricia!

Linda Kay

Friday, March 27, 2015

Friday is Here!

Not sure what we will be doing later today, but we have a bit of Spring fever and need to do some driving somewhere. But first, I'll link in with Willy Nilly Friday 5 and Friday Fragments to share some thoughts with you.

1. Some of my Facebook friends find the cutest pictures to post, so I thought I'd share one with you. I thought this was priceless. My grandson got a mark down on behavior at school one day because he told a little girl she was bossy. She ran to tall the teacher that he had called her a name. Carson said "I didn't call her a name, I just said she was bossy!" But he got a markdown anyway. What do you think?

2. Spring is finally here, so the trees are all in bloom, not just the Bradford Pears. This tree is in our front yard and is a "Forest Petunia" according to the former owner. I had never heard of it. There are beautiful green leaves after these buds fall.

3. I served soup in this lovely soup tureen recently. It's special because it belonged to my mother, and the spoon inside is a silver ladle from some ancestor or another. And I do love blue.

4. We captured this beautiful sunset the other night in San Antonio outside the Red Lobster.

5. Okay, Drum Roll! The moment you have all been waiting for. The tree house is complete except for the stain. So I'll just post a few pictures, keeping in mind that the stain will change the looks. I'll get another pic when all the stain is finished, but that's my daughter's job!
 From the side, up close...note the partial stain.

 From the front door - note the old barn door latch. A bit of stain upper right.

From the side, showing the ladder and the extension arm (on the left) that has a pulley. There will be a rope and a box to bring things up into the tree house.

I'm going to create one of those little albums on Shutterfly that will be entitled "My Grandpa Built a Tree House" to give to Carson, so he can see the progress of the project many years from now, and remember his grandpa.

Have a special Friday and a great weekend!

Linda Kay

Thursday, March 26, 2015

Rock/Stone Fence

This fence was very interesting to me, because I thought about how much figurin' it took to lay out this block/brick structure. Linking in with Theresa today for Good Fences.


It didn't look like there was any mortar involved in the construction.

Have a good day
Linda Kay

Wednesday, March 25, 2015

Wednesday Photo Story

Thanks to all who stopped by to join in last Wednesday!

Here's hoping some of you might join me in posting a story with a picture for Wednesday Wit and Wisdom.  The challenge is to post a picture, then write a short story or a poem about the picture.  When you have your story written, you can link up for others to read.  Feel free to also add your picture and story to another link of your choice. The link up is on my WWW page here.


Here's my photo submission for the week.

Hello there, my friends. My name is Andrew and I hale from Scotland. Many years ago I had a crew of adventurous young lads, and we made a trip to America with cloth in rich plaids to sell to the Americans in New York. The seas were pretty rough coming over, and we had to travel through the treacherous ice of the North. We only had to bury one lad at sea, as he was overcome with the cough. After tending to the lad, I was also overcome with sickness, and there is a poem written for me.

O Captain! My Captain!

BY WALT WHITMAN
O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done,
The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won,
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring;
                         But O heart! heart! heart!
                            O the bleeding drops of red,
                               Where on the deck my Captain lies,
                                  Fallen cold and dead.

O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills,
For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding,
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
                         Here Captain! dear father!
                            This arm beneath your head!
                               It is some dream that on the deck,
                                 You’ve fallen cold and dead.

My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still,
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will,
The ship is anchor’d safe and sound, its voyage closed and done,
From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won;
                         Exult O shores, and ring O bells!
                            But I with mournful tread,
                               Walk the deck my Captain lies,
                                  Fallen cold and dead.
Feel free to use the picture I have posted here to create your own story, then link back to share with others.
Linda Kay


Tuesday, March 24, 2015

Escape #4

Previous episodes of "Escape" are available on this blog on previous Tuesdays.

The night in the airport was long and very uncomfortable for Frances. She boarded her flight on time at Gate 28 for a short flight to Madrid. From the airport she took a taxi to a hotel near the Plaza, registered, placed her money in the safe at the hotel, and found her room. It occurred to her that she would need to convert some of the money to Euros. What she had with her was already been exchanged at the airport.

Photo of Plaza Mayor
Feeling safer now in the new location, she decided to walk around the Plaza Major (Photo 
from TripAdvisor) to enjoy the street vendors and get a late breakfast.El cafĂ© y un croissant, por favor,” she said to the waiter, trying hard to remember the correct phrases. Hopefully, she would not have to use her Spanish to a great extent.
 
After her breakfast, she strolled from vendor to vendor to admire the work presented. There were many artists among them, and the work was really beautiful. She stopped to admire a painting of the Plaza.
 
“Su trabajo es hermoso,” she said, only glancing at the artist.(Your painting is beautiful)
 
“Gracias. ¿Es usted americano?” was the artist’s question.
 
“Si!”
 
“Well, how about we talk in English, then?” He smiled at her, his brown eyes sparkling with 
amusement.
 
“That sounds like a great idea. Was I that obvious?”
 
“Well, let’s see. You look American, you talk with an American accept, and your Spanish is 
very fundamental. So, yes...pretty obvious.  I’m Eric Clayton. I’m spending the summer in 
Spain to practice my art and see the world. And you are?”
 
“I’m Frances.” She extended her hand in greeting, aware of the warmth of his. “Not sure 
what I’m going to be doing or how long I will stay, but the Plaza is so much fun, and I had a 
delicious breakfast.”
 
“How about if I close up shop here and join you for a coffee. I’d love some American 
company,” he offered. With that he began to pick up his belongings, leaving the painting 
until last to give it a chance to dry before putting it into his portfolio. “So tell me, how did you happen to choose to come to Madrid?” He took her hand in his right, looping the strap of 
his portfolio over his left shoulder, as he walked with her to the cafe across the Plaza.
 
“I know a little Spanish, so this looked like the perfect place to visit. I’m not working right 
now, so I might even look for a job here and stay for a while. Do you know of any place 
where I might work?”
 
“I know the owner of this cafe, so I’ll see if he needs anyone. “¿Necesita algĂșn trabajador?” he asked the portly gentleman who came out to greet them. Frances listed closely to their 
conversation, noting that her new friend Eric was pointing her out, and the other man was 
looking in her direction as well. It was apparent that there was a need for a waitress at the 
cafe, and she could start the next week. In the meantime she would have to acquire a visa 
and a work permit before she could start. 
 
It was a new world, a new start for her, and she was suddenly more frightened than she had
been before. She had a job offer and an opportunity to begin her new life.

Joining in with Jose at Two Shoes Tuesday with the words 'offer' and 'out', which 
you will find in my story. Please check out other stories with Josie's challenge.
Two Shoes Tuesdsay
Hope you are enjoying the story. What do you think? Will we see Jack again? And what
about Eric? Please feel free to share your ideas on this story. You can catch earlier writing 
on Tuesdays before.

Linda Kay 

Monday, March 23, 2015

Monday, Monday

I love to post on Mondays, as I usually take the day off from posting and commenting on Sunday. So it's fun to link up with Tamar for Good Random Fun to give you, my dear readers, a little of this past week's events.

Good:
My granddaughter, Kenze, who is a senior in high school, is a member of Cheer Spot a cheerleading/dance team that is in competition with others across the country. In St. Louis last weekend they won a championship. Kenze is 5'10" tall and does back aerials...I can't imagine how she gets those long legs going. They compete the weekend of March 28th in Myrtle Beach. She is on the left, kneeling.

Random
I have a nephew Kyle who is a guitarist and a very strong Christian, and he is currently in Lebanon on a mission trip. If you would just like to think of him now again in the next two weeks for his safety and the safety of his friends who are taking supplies to a mission group there, I would appreciate any prayers you might want to send up. My brother, his dad, is very concerned as you can imagine.

Fun
This was posted on Facebook this week, and I have no idea of the origin. But I thought of my dogs and those of you who love your pets.

And this photo was taken at the Suds and Spuds party at the clubhouse of the ladies who helped organize the event.



A good time was had by all!

Have a wonderful week! I'm posting the picture I'll be using on Wednesday to write a story or poem. If you would like to use this picture to write a poem or a short story about it for Wednesday Wit and Wisdom, please feel free to use this picture and join in here on my blog.


What do you think....is he a ship captain, or a medieval man? This art work is hanging on a wall in my house. 

Linda Kay

Saturday, March 21, 2015

Pursue Great People

Joining in with In Other Words at Patricia's PlaceIn Other Words

“All have their frailties and whoever looks for a friend without imperfections will never find what he seeks.”
Cyrus the Great

Reflecting on this quote, many thoughts came to my mind of friends from the past and present. How many of us remember those people in our school days, who seemed to be the perfect people...those who were popular, cheerleaders, basketball stars, super brains, etc? Sometimes they made us feel inferior, and oh how we wanted them to be our friends. 

At some point in life, not sure exactly when that happened, it became apparent that these images had flaws. The basketball star, who couldn't get into college or win a scholarship. Then there was the cheerleader who got pregnant and had to quit school to take care of her child. Suddenly it was apparent that the friends we had cultivated through those years of school all went their separate ways and it became harder to stay in touch. The class reunions revealed that no one is perfect, just like the quote from Cyrus.

Chip Ingram has a book called "Good to Great in God's Eyes" and one chapter is about pursuing great people. He indicates that these aren't people who are perfect, but who influence you positively, and I would also indicate that they would be great friends.  Here is a quote from his book on P. 77:
"I encourage you to pursue great people because, for better or worse, you will be shaped by the people around you. Whomever you hang out with, whoever's teaching you come under, and whomever you choose to influence you will greatly determine the direction of your life."

I hope you all have a fabulous weekend with lots of Spring sunshine. Going dancing at a Texas dance hall tonight! Gotta keep practicing our two-step! Thanks for hosting, Patricia.

Linda Kay

Friday, March 20, 2015

Friday Reflections

It's time for the Friday memes....

1. I'll start this Friday post with the book signing in which I participated at the Patrick Heath Library in Boerne on Saturday last, just about 45 minutes south of us. There were twenty local authors in attendance, all with some of their latest books to sell. Unfortunately there was a Market Days, an Art Walk, and Spring Break going on in the town, so we had very little traffic. One never know how these are going to go, but I met some wonderful people.

2. My daughter Heidi celebrated her birthday on the 15th. But on the 14th, we all met at Red Lobster for a "lobster fest" feast.

3. Have I told you how much I love kaleidoscopes? I have a small collection. My grandmother on my dad's side used to have one in her home, and I was always fascinated by the colors.




Have you ever tried to take a picture of what the eye can see with the eye of the cell phone camera?  Not an easy task, but here's a capture of one of the scenes, never the same.

4. Isn't the beginning of Spring wonderful? We have a number of Bradford Pear trees, and when I'm walking under them, they sound like a buzz saw from all the bees in them. This is an especially large one just outside our neighbor's house.


5. Okay, here's my challenge to all of you crafty people who might be stopping by. My granddaughter is getting married in a barn in May, and I've been assigned to make a table cover for a serving table that is 8' long and 40" deep. I think I might make it basic white, but want to put burlap ruffles on it. Do any of you have some ideas how I might construct this? Looking for ideas.

Linking today with:

Have a wonderful weekend, everyone.

Linda Kay

Thursday, March 19, 2015

Museum Fence

The Pioneer Museum in Fredericksburg is located right along Main Street. This stone and wood fence separates the cars and the street from the museum grounds, where there are many buildings preserved for history. Another Texas fence, Theresa!


Joining in with all the fence pictures today at Good Fences.

Linda Kay

Wednesday, March 18, 2015

Wednesday's Picture

Thanks to all who stopped by to join in last Wednesday!

Here's hoping some of you might join me in posting a story with a picture for Wednesday Wit and Wisdom.  The challenge is to post a picture, then write a short story or a poem about the picture.  When you have your story written, you can link up for others to read.  Feel free to also add your picture and story to another link of your choice. The link up is on my WWW page here.


Just a little different this week:



Where will you take me, lovely ship?
To lands beyond my dreams
Where all those pictures come to life
From history books I've seen?

The engines turn, we move on out
To the sea in the pale moonlight.
Tomorrow we wake to another land
Still far away from sight.

Just a short ditty for a picture from the beginning of our Mediterranean cruise. Be sure to join in with a picture and a short story or poem from your archives.

Linda Kay

Tuesday, March 17, 2015

Escape #3

If you have not read the background of this story, you can go back to Tuesdays on this blog to catch up. I'm linking in with Josie 2 Shoes for Two Shoes Tuesday and the words leaf and little. The story continues......

Jack asked a few more questions, including where she might be staying. This question really sent a chill up Frances’ spine. She quickly wrapped her sandwich in a napkin, drank her coffee, and stood up to leave.

“Hey, we just got acquainted. Where are you going?”

“I have some things to attend to yet this evening, so need to run. Perhaps we’ll see each other again.” With that she walked in the opposite direction of her hotel and ducked into an Internet cafe several blocks down the street, checking often to see if Jack was following her.

She paid for use of one of the computers, and quickly accessed the Internet to see what she could find in the newspapers. On the second page a headline read, “Son of kingpin Guido Venzetti found dead in his home. Wife Felicia missing and being sought by police.” Frances read on further to see that the police suspected the death of her husband may have been self-defense, as there was evidence of her blood at the scene as well. The police had found no sign of Felicia and are asking that anyone with any information step forward.

Frances sat back in her chair, studying the article. Even if the police think I might have been defending myself, that does not mean Franco’s dad wouldn’t be sending out a contract for me. I have to keep running. If they find out I’ve changed my name and boarded the ship, they will be looking for me right here in England. They had ways to make people talk.


Being careful to avoid the cafe where she had met Jack, she took some side streets back to her hotel. At a travel agency near the hotel, she bought a plane ticket for the next morning to Madrid, Spain. Madrid was a big city where she might be able to escape any questions, turn over another new leaf. She knew a little Spanish from college, and bought a Spanish language book at the travel agency to brush up.  

At the hotel, she removed her bag from the safe, and walked into the elevator. Just as the doors closed, she noted that Jack was approaching the counter in the hotel, but she was pretty sure he did not see her. Was he looking for her? She went to her room and packed all her bags and called for a valet to take her luggage, except for her money, and hail a cab. Taking the service elevator to the lobby, she tied her hood from her sweatshirt around her head and watched to make sure Jack was not in the lobby. It would be safer to stay at the airport than to risk running into him again. He was nowhere in sight.

Okay, my dear friends...what do you see happening next with Frances as she makes a run for Spain. How does Jack figure into all this? Join me next week for the next chapter!

Be sure to check with Josie to read other stories on her two prompts!

Linda Kay

Monday, March 16, 2015

Weekend Adventures

Can you believe it's Monday already? Where did the weekend go? Lots of things going on in our neck of the woods with Spring coming up. Hubby just finished his last continuing ed class for his master gardener designation, so now he just has to get about gardening instead of building a tree house. (Just kidding...plenty of time).

I'll share some things with Good Random Fun for this Monday.

Good
Some of you were curious about the gopher cactus. This link has some additional info for those of you who like all the details, and here are a couple of pictures of our now blooming plant, thanks to hubby. Bet you didn't know a cactus could be so pretty.



Random

Remember last week when we went to the Pioneer Museum? They had the oddest looking chickens there, so I just had to post a picture of these chickens that look like they have fancy hats on with fuzzy slippers on their feet. Note that I had to really work to get this little chick to show up in a picture.

Fun

Girls Lunch Day - Actually the JULIETs from the compound er, subdivision. The men have the ROMEOs (Retired Old Men Eating Out), so we have the girls who are Just Us Ladies Informally Eating Together.  We ventured out for a bit of a drive to Camp Verde for our lunch. Here are a few pictures of our day. It's a great place to visit, has a bit of history there (thus the camel), and the food and shopping were fun.


Front Entrance


We had to really work to keep people from climbing on the fountain


Lots  of unusual items for sale...many kitchen conveniences.

Be sure to think about a picture you might post and connect to the Wednesday Wit and Wisdom at this spot. Just find a picture that speaks to you, maybe even one that you will use on another blog hop, such as Good Fences or Outdoor Wednesday. Then write a story that comes to mind related to this picture. Link back to this spot on Wednesday and share your story or a poem, while practicing your writing skills. It might be the start of a great book!

Have a happy week!
Linda Kay

Saturday, March 14, 2015

Pink Collage

Just for fun, I'm joining in with Pink Saturday for this post of pictures I found around my house. Thanks for hosting!



The items clockwise are: A vintage covered dish from my grandmother, a tea cup and saucer from my hubby's mother (doily also from his family), a bowl brought over from Germany in the 1800s, and a dish, also brought from Germany by my family.

I have these in a special cabinet in my guest room, which is full of lots of "old stuff" I've collected from family.

Happy Saturday.  See you all on Monday.

Linda Kay

Friday, March 13, 2015

Friday Recap

Here we are at Friday already, can you believe it? Some interesting photos to share with you first of all today:

Texas Longhorns. The value of the cow is the measure of its horns.

This one is black and white, and very friendly. Look at the size of those horns!


 Clockwise - Same as above cow from a distance,
A white one
Mama with her calf
Two calves, one developing horns, one just a new baby.


Another wide set of horns on this brown cow. I'm so fascinated with the variety of colors. These are all females, and some of them are pregnant, so there will be lots of babies coming up soon. I'm told they find a place to drop the calf that is secluded, and the owners have to find them to make sure they are protected.

2. I know you all love Polly, so I got a picture of Miss Fuzzy Face on my lap last night. I need to call for an appointment for a trim, for sure.



3. House plants are always a challenge for me, but this winter I've managed to keep two of them alive and thriving. 


Top is a Begonia, and bottom is a Swedish Ivy. So excited that they are doing well.

4. Spring break means Carson gets to come for a visit, so on Tuesday we went to the Pioneer Museum to enjoy some of their volunteers for "how it used to be in Texas". Here's Carson with a Texas Ranger guy (actually Carson has a 3X removed grandfather who was a Texas Ranger).


5. After wandering around the Pioneer Museum, we decided to head out to the LBJ Ranch to visit the Sauer-Beckman Farm, where we saw the largest pig I've ever seen, wallowing in the mud and water.


There were lots of animals on the place, so I'll share those with you another time. 

Joining in today with: (Thanks for hosting, ladies!)
Willy Nilly Friday 5
Five on Friday
Saturday Critters

Hope your weekend is fabulous!

Linda Kay

Thursday, March 12, 2015

Ranch Fence


Each ranch in Texas has its own unique gate and posts for framing and the entrance. This one is now exception. Between Tex and I, we should eventually get every Ranch fence in Texas. Tomorrow you will see what we found behind this gate.

Linking with Theresa today at the Run-Around-Ranch Report for Good Fences.

Have a great Thursday, Friday is just around the corner.

Linda Kay

Wednesday, March 11, 2015

Homeless

Thanks to all who stopped by to join in last Wednesday!

Here's hoping some of you might join me in posting a story with a picture for Wednesday Wit and Wisdom.  The challenge is to post a picture, then write a short story or a poem about the picture.  When you have your story written, you can link up for others to read.  Feel free to also add your picture and story to another link of your choice. The link up is on my WWW page here.


Here is this Wednesday's picture and story.
I don't want him to take my picture. 

Some nice gentleman down the street bought a scone and a cup of coffee for me, and it has stopped the gurgling in my stomach. This situation of homelessness is so new to me. Some of the people I have met in the underground gave me ideas about where to go to get food and some clothes. So many restaurants here throw out items the tourists won't eat, but they will help me get by for another day. The church around the corner gave me some clothes and shoes, as mine were getting pretty tattered and worn. 

My husband died a few months ago and my landlord kicked me out. He knew I didn't have any source of income, and our rent was two months overdue. We had no money. My husband had been sick for some time, and with no income our food was running out as well. The medicine was too expensive, and I couldn't care for him any longer. We have no friends or family here to help me and I have no skills to work. I have been to every store along the street, but they look at me with judgmental eyes. This morning the man who bought my coffee told me to go to a shelter for women, but it is two miles away into the city. If I walk there I might not get back to the tunnels by night, and I'm afraid of the darkness. 

A car stopped along the street. The lady invited me to get into the car to take me to the shelter. I'm afraid. How can they help me? What will I have to do for the assistance? The lady tells me the shelter can help me find a place to sleep, feed me good food, and help me learn a skill for a job. The clouds that have hung over my head for so many weeks begin to part to let some sunshine through. Maybe I can dare to have hope for tomorrow that things will be better. If I could just have one more chance!

What about you? Are you ready to help to give someone just that one more chance that will make a difference in the future? Arrange your time, dig into your pockets, and reach out to those who have no hope. God will bless  you for making the sacrifice.

Linda Kay

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