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Jan. 27th, 2015 08:46 am…and many happy returns of the day!
Jan. 27th, 2015
Happy birthday,
Jan. 27th, 2015 08:46 am
I am no saint
Jan. 27th, 2015 01:24 pmHowever, opportunities occasionally present themselves.
I am currently in the church office, where I volunteer on Tuesdays to answer the phones (which don't ring very often). I bring my lunch, which is usually a sandwich. Today I brought two egg salad sandwiches, which were on the small side. In the event, I only ate one (unusual for me), and saved the second one for lunch tomorrow at home.
A woman walked up to the church door and came in. I left the office and asked whether I could help her. She gave me a story (with which I will not bore you), but asked for a cup of tea and a sandwich. My first thought is always to find out whether there is a social services difficulty that we can help them with by referring them to an agency. However, then I remembered the extra sandwich. So I gave her the sandwich, which was wrapped in plastic wrap, but no tea, as I didn't have a take-away cup here.
I will say that she said she was displaced when the council housing across the New Kent Road was demolished and sold to developers. This would not surprise me one bit. We are selling our birthright for a mess of pottage.
Obviously (to me) I made two sandwiches, brought two sandwiches, and only ate one—all out of the ordinary—because this lady would be dropping by. No one can tell me differently.
I am currently in the church office, where I volunteer on Tuesdays to answer the phones (which don't ring very often). I bring my lunch, which is usually a sandwich. Today I brought two egg salad sandwiches, which were on the small side. In the event, I only ate one (unusual for me), and saved the second one for lunch tomorrow at home.
A woman walked up to the church door and came in. I left the office and asked whether I could help her. She gave me a story (with which I will not bore you), but asked for a cup of tea and a sandwich. My first thought is always to find out whether there is a social services difficulty that we can help them with by referring them to an agency. However, then I remembered the extra sandwich. So I gave her the sandwich, which was wrapped in plastic wrap, but no tea, as I didn't have a take-away cup here.
I will say that she said she was displaced when the council housing across the New Kent Road was demolished and sold to developers. This would not surprise me one bit. We are selling our birthright for a mess of pottage.
Obviously (to me) I made two sandwiches, brought two sandwiches, and only ate one—all out of the ordinary—because this lady would be dropping by. No one can tell me differently.