Normal

After each Saturday I serve, I try to think about what was different, or what I learned, or who I met, and how it changed me. This last Saturday was just a normal non-eventful Saturday. I am thankful for non-eventful. It's good when it is just pleasant. When I know what to expect and when it goes the way I planned it, that's good.

We did run in to one peculiar fellow down in the hood. There is this small apartment building that looks like a crack house. There are usually about 6 or 7 guys who hang out in front of it and for some reason I am drawn to that place. It is around the corner from the drug dealers, but it is clearly a place where squatters squat.

There were a few guys hanging out in front of the place when I pulled up, one of them looked a little lost, and I don't think he spoke english. We asked him if we wanted a lunch, and he looked around for a while, and then he just started running.

I wonder what the story is behind all of those people. How did they get where they are? How do I find out? There are so many people I serve that rarely recognize people. A few people know me because included in every lunch is a Capri Sun. People love the Capri Suns. People ask for them specifically.

It's good that people are getting to know me. Especially the drug dealers. They know my car now. They know about the Capri Sun's too.

I am sure there will be challenges ahead, but it is restful to just keep the normal procedure running. The danger is still there and the ride is still exciting, but it is a familiar road.