journal entries of one who has many questions and not many answers
In the eyes of some New Yorkers, these visits by young missionaries are like a
''They are very gentle,'' said a middle-aged man who was wearing a camouflage shirt open to the navel, as volunteers distributed sacks with soap and toothbrushes near Tompkins Square from the familiar white van operated by Street Life Ministries. ''All the time they come here to our bench -- Polish alcoholics usually here on this bench,'' he added in a sonorous East European accent.
Others find the missionaries exasperating. ''They must think this is the neighborhood of lost souls, man, because it's every weekend,'' said David Samuel, a 44-year-old East Villager who works as a lighting technician and has seen more than he'd like of earnest visitors seeking to ease his way to heaven. ''I hate coming out of my house and walking to my park and being proselytized to by these 17-year-olds from North Carolina. It drives me crazy.''
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Well, I'm thinking about becoming a partner in my profession as well. It's an unprecedented move as The Trinity hasn't ever allowed a fourth but I believe the model and strategy are outdated.There were a couple of uneasy - or complimentary? - laughs but I thought my joke worthy of much more, no?
Every reputable scientist on the face of the planet agrees that we are destroying our environment.So how do we proceed from here? Where do we start? To whom or to what do we give our attention and time and effort? Is it possible that we could make a difference concerning these huge, global matters?
The divide between rich and poor has never been greater.
The Middle East is in shambles.
Africa not only has an AIDS epidemic but civil wars and genocide continue to ravage parts of the country.
Babies in poor countries die for ridiculous reasons.
Materialism is rampant.
I could go on, and on, and on...
This is how I feel, every day, and people don't want to know that. They want to know that I'm feeling what Tom Jones makes you feel. Or that Australian girl who used to be in Neighbors. But I feel like this, and they won't play what I feel on the radio, because people that are sad don't fit in.They, the three others who were going to commit suicide that night, decide to take Maureen on a beach vacation. Maureen's thoughts:
It's funny, because people think it's Matty that stops me fitting in. But Matty's not so bad. Hard work, but...it's the way Matty makes me feel that stops me fitting in. You get the weight of everything wrong. You have to guess all the time whether things are heavy or light, especially the things inside you, and you get it wrong, and it puts people off. I'm tired of it.
I wanted to tell Jess that I hadn't even seen an English beach since Matty left school...I didn't say anything, though. I may not know the weight of many things, but I could feel the weight of that one, so I kept it to myself. You know that things aren't going well for you when you can't even tell people the simplest fact about your life, just because they'll presume you're asking them to feel sorry for you. I suppose it's why you feel so far away from everyone, in the end; anything you can think of to tell them just ends up making them feel terrible.-