However, I donned my getup (loud orange t-shirt, safety orange vest, and safety orange boonie hat). "I look like I escaped from a safety products catalog" I told Ron, wryly.
Ron wore a safety orange boonie hat.
He held the lighter crate (about half full). We had the driver drop us off very close to the corner, and I set the crates on the ground next to Ron.
I parked him there, in the ghetto, and ran across to the median with the first crate. I came back and got Ron. We were a little worried about me bumping the wheelchair up on the curb, but it was easy. Ron asked me what else we had to do, and I said we were done. He was happy to hear that.
I had a couple dozen whole Bibles (shrink wrapped gift ones, at that!
), and several dozen New Testaments. I had a total of two Spanish Bibles. Once I got set up, my first guy rolls down his window (that's the nice thing about working the ghetto, everyone has a window down because they don't have A/C). "You don't have any Spanish" he told me. His wife sat next to him, watching.
Ha! I dug them out and presented them. He was shocked, but happy.
Well, all done with the Spanish.
I had a family pull up. They asked for 2 but I saw 3 adults, and handed in 3 of the "nice" Bibles. They came back a couple minutes later. The passenger had her Bible open in her lap. Could they get a couple more for...?
That happened twice more, people who got a few and came back when they saw the Bibles.
I had one mother almost cry when I gave her teenage (driving the vehicle) son a Bible and Gospel Rap CD. I gave her a Bible, too. Later on he came back and tried to give me money. Probably all they had, of course I declined.
Not starting a debate on music: I "like" a couple of gospel rappers on Facebook. They offer free downloads of their albums to anyone interested. One of them suggested all fans burn off copies and distribute them. I asked my "other" guy if he approved and he loved it. So, I made a mixtape CD.
I had about 10 and they all went like hotcakes. I need to do that again.
I ran out of whole Bibles and moved onto my bigger New Testaments. Things had slowed down a lot. I got a few here and there but the majority was done, it seemed.
We finally got close to our pickup time so I closed up shop. We had distributed about 60, and some children's Scripture booklets.
It was pretty lively at the gas station. A guy dealing drugs out front, a couple of crackheads trying to make "blunts" off in a corner... a very loud argument.
I was pretty happy to see our ride home.
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