Is it Monday already?
Sorry for the lack of posts this weekend, my friends, and the lack of discussion from your humble blogger, but I have been rather busy and when not busy, rather worn out.
See, last Tuesday, a friend of mine called and asked if we could bring a mutual friends’ belongings to him. A few months ago, I posted on this friend of ours and have updated the story since, but it is a tragic one. He since was able to get out of the hospital and move to his mothers in Falls Church, Va. His mother is a real piece of work. She allowed this young man to suffer numerous kinds of abuse as he grew up while positioning herself as the one shouldering the burden. I won’t get into the life that he was forced to lead or the life that he tried to get out of; however, when he was placed on SSI, his mother suddenly wanted him to live with her. Now that he is not getting any better, she is shipping him off to live with his grandmother in the Dominican Republic. Now, I am not sure about you, but the first place that I think of when I think of mental health care is the Dominican Republic.
His family that had begged him to come to Falls Church quickly abandoned him once he was there and literally stuck him in an attic which has played havoc on any hopes of recovery for this young man.
Anyway, he is readying himself to move to Florida before the transition to the Dominican Republic and had nothing. He was borrowing clothes and asking for donation just to have something to wear. He had no belongings. So his friend asked me to take the stuff out there this weekend. I agreed. This young man, a good friend in my time of need, needed something and who was I to deny that.
Our plan was to leave about 3 Saturday morning. I laid down about 11:30 Friday night and awoke to a call at 1:30 telling me that my driving partner was on his way. (Not an imposition. I told him to do so if he could not sleep). So, we left my house about 2:15 that morning with my 6 year old daughter in tow.
We made good time and arrived at his house at 8 that morning. We unload his stuff, a lot of stuff, and left. Our young friend was drugged up and unable to speak much. His mind was vacant. And his mother was telling us that she was ready for me to move so that she could get on with her life.
So we left about 8:30 that morning form his house and went to DC for just a small visit. It would be my second and my daughter’s first. Once there, we turned around and I arrived back home about 4. I then had to rush and get ready and then attend a dinner event and finally slipped into bed about midnight.
Work the next morning, went to the Sunday School picnic, left there about 2 come home and slept until 6 and then did my level best not to do anything until bedtime. So you see, dear reader, I am exhaustive, mentally, physically, and emotionally. And I am back at work for another long week.
But thank God that He was there each step of the way. I drove the entire time and was fine throughout. He encouraged me and kept my mind clear and given me peace and hope. I had a great time yesterday at the Picnic, even walked in the woods a bit.
Well, on to the real news….