When my cell phone alarm wakes me, I think over what all I need to do to get ready this morning, I also try to decide if I have time for a snooze or two. After my snooze I stumble into the kitchen and start to boil water for my French press. I hear cars honking, which tells me Sondra is out on our busy corner waving at motorists, hoping to make their morning a little brighter. Sondra has led a very rough life and has, in the past few years, found love, joy, and freedom in Christ. She has made it her mission to take back her corner for Christ from the drugs and prostitution she once used it for.
While I grab my pocket contents I look at my phone and realize it is 8:28. I have to be at work at 8:30… no problem. I rush out the door and shout "good morning" to Sondra. As I drive past, she always tells me to have a blessed day. I pull into the parking lot at the Binghampton Development Corporation at 8:30 and open our office door by 8:32. I am the first one here, besides our director Robert, who most likely gets to work at the same time that I am in my fourth hour of sleep. As I wait for my dinosaur computer to boot up I hear footsteps coming…in long strides. I turn around to see my boss duck his head under the doorway. He is VERY tall with a smile to match. He tells me good morning in his booming voice and lets me know he is taking an early lunch today because of a meeting. He asks what I have planned for the day. Just as I am telling him what is on my to-do list, I hear much quicker footsteps. Steve walks in with his phone to his ear telling the person on the other end that he'll be right over. He hangs up with news about a furnace that he has to go re-light for the third time this week and a plumbing problem which I need to get materials for. Robert just smiles knowing that anything we had planned that day just got scratched. It did not take me long to realize our "to-do" lists are nothing more than "what we hope to do in the next month" lists.
Steve sets off to handle a few problems at the apartments, a newly renovated apartment complex for seniors. It is a nice complex that the BDC purchased from a slum-lord, evicted the drug dealers and prostitutes, and turned into The Hope Apartments which is rented to senior citizens.
I leave the office and drive a short distance to Hull Street, where our Job Trainees are working, to grab a couple of tools. The job training program is designed for young guys from the neighborhood to learn the construction skills needed to get a job in the industry. I always get caught up talking at this point. Chris and Gill, who teach the program, are always in the middle of a quick lesson so I stick around to gain knowledge from these guys who really know a lot about construction. We then always chat for bit. Just as I am pulling away from "the Hull House", Steve calls wondering where I am (though he knows why it is taking so long).
After I drop the tools off he sends me to one of the properties to do a couple repairs. The lady who lives there is very nice and talkative, which I enjoy. She talks to me about all sorts of things. She even tells me about some issues she is having with bills and living arrangements. It is so hard because I feel like it could be a great time to witness, but there is no way to do it without being blunt. I don't want this poor woman to think that if she needs repairs done; it has to include a presentation of the Gospel.
As I finish up the job we are talking about my past and how I dealt with my drug addiction. She tells me about a family member who is a user and needs help. I share briefly my freedom through Christ and how I could not have made it without Him. She does not really seem open to my thoughts. Oh well, seed sown. I break for lunch and go home for about forty five minutes.
After lunch I go to "the container", BDC's storage tank located at The Hope Apartments, and pick up Terrance, (our small tractor with a mower deck). I set out to mow some of our lots. I mow a small jungle in the middle of our neighborhood and move on to a rental property next to the highway. As I mow, I hit a large rock hidden in the semi-long grass. On my next past I notice one of the mower blades in the grass. FAIL! I call Steve and tell him about it and he says he will look at it later. By the time I get back and drop Terrance off, it is four o'clock, time for football practice.
I rush home, kiss my wife, change my shoes, grab the water cooler and walk across the street. I get there in time to hear the guys grumbling because they were late and now have to run. Practice starts out fine, Kyle and I have the boys run some pass routes. (Kyle is another academy member who is also heading up the new SOS114 in Orange Mound). The frustration comes when we try to teach them something new and they just want to goof off. Some days are worse than others. One day we canceled practice midway through because we couldn't get control of the guys. Today, Kyle tells them he is ready to cancel it again. He gives them the option stay or leave, but if they stay they need to get their act together. Some leave. The ones who stay are much more focused and understand what happened. The rest of practice is quiet and solemn but good.
The sun is going down when we call the guys in. We share a little scripture and discuss the problems of that day. As they walk off they start to mess with each other, goof off and get back to normal; I turn the other direction and walk home. As I get inside, my senses are overwhelmed. It is warm in the house and it smells great. Melissa (as if she knew it was a rough day) has dinner ready. We sit down and pop in a movie. We both realize we are putting off writing our academy assignment for another day and we spend the rest of our evening together.
December, 2008