Another day at the office

Horribly depressed today, pretty typical for after a handout.  My pastor says it is "spiritual oppression".  I think it's more complex, a combination of bad brain chemistry and spiritual forces. 

I absolutely believe Bad Things can, if given permission, mess with my head (For the last week, for instance, I kept feeling a roach in my hair.  The roach didn't exist but the hallucination was very real.).  I don't believe that Bad Things are responsible for all my problems. 

But the depression is a pretty natural consequence to the handout.  Sometimes it makes me think about stopping, it's that bad. 

I slept OK, though, I went to bed really early and got all the sleep I could.  I woke up about 7:30.  Ron was already up.  I asked him when we were going out, he said about 10:30.  I had about 3 hours. 

I spent one on the computer, took a shower, and did my God Time.  That got me pretty close to the pickup. 

Depression nonwithstanding, I promise these people (recipients) I will pray for them every day.  I had darned well better pray for them.  I take that as a literal, sacred, responsibility.  Sometimes I fail but I take it very seriously. 

I got ready and we left.  The restaurant was packed.  It may seem foolish to you, but Ron and I never considered it would be that busy.  The wheelchair was a big obstacle, people kept having to sidestep around us.  I finally put us over near the register.  Pretty soon they called our name and gave us a booth.  We haven't done a booth before, Ron slid into the booth and I closed up the wheelchair.  We were near the bathroom so people kept passing us.  The wheelchair didn't impede them. 

Ron called and asked them to make our pickup later.  They did that.  Now we had time to eat.  It took a while to get our food, and Ron said his omelette was kind of cold, but we had a good time. 

Except for the family in the booth behind us.  They kept talking in Spanish (Ron's gripe) and one of them kept coughing, a wet, nasty, cough (my gripe).  We took some Olive Leaf, hopefully that will help prevent us from catching anything.  I couldn't wait to get out of there, even though it meant waiting in the hot sun. 

If you're sick enough to be coughing like that, stay home.  I guess "the family" didn't want to "leave anyone out" even though she seemed very ill.  We have learned our lesson.  When we go around 3 PM, no families, no kids, just adults.  We need to continue doing that. 

One kid, who I think was autistic, kept bugging his dad to pick him up.  When he didn't, the boy ran around in circles screaming at the top of his lungs.  He kept running by to use the toilet, too, so maybe he had some sort of infection as well. 

I felt so bad for the poor employees.  This is just another day at the office for them. 

We paid and went outside.  Ron had gotten an extra meal, to go, to eat later.  He really likes that meat lover omelette and it is low carb, and will help him lose that belly flab that's bothering him. 

It was hot.  And we had to wait probably an hour.  But I was in the sun. 

Oh, I forgot to mention, last night my arms developed a sun burn. Apparently I was out in the sun for too long.  I didn't have any aloe so I slathered it in lavender oil (Ron was passed out).  That helped a lot with the tightness and burning. 

When I woke up today, they felt fine, but they didn't like waiting outside in the sun, again.  I put on my sunglasses so I wouldn't get a migraine and we waited and waited. 

Lots of people came and went.  I was surprised how none of the families taught their kids to avoid the wheelchair.  They kept grabbing onto it.  I understand kids are curious, but that is basically part of someone's body.  They need to be taught "No, we don't touch that unless someone asks us to".  But that's the end times, no respect. 

I am particularly surprised the spanish people didn't get more upset about it.  Generally speaking, they are superstitious (the ignorant ones) and don't want any of their kids touching a disabled person, or anything to do with them. 

One time #6 had a car out in front of our house, blocking our driveway.  Ron went out with his long white cane (back when he could walk), and went outside, holding the cane, feeling the car.  Someone came out right away and moved it.  They didn't want Ron to get his "blind" all over the car.  Which is why I'm surprised they let the kids touch the wheelchair.  I had one spanish supervisor,  One time it was time to cash out my register and all the chairs were taken.  I found the safety wheelchair they use after an accident, pulled it open, and sat down.  My supervisor freaked out, kept saying I couldn't sit there or I would end up needing a wheelchair.  I laughed at her. 

Sometimes Ron teases me and says he needs a wheelchair, now, because I sat in that wheelchair. 

Our driver came.  He was spanish.  I can't be hater, now, can I?  He's taking us home!  He was nice about putting away the wheelchair and taking our information. 

We got home and unloaded.  Ron got his number. 

We went inside.  Ron asked me to put the food away.  I did.  Then I took a nap.  I slept pretty well, but then I had a strange dream, seemingly a hybrid of "The Help" meets "Criminal Minds".  I was happy to wake up. 

I need to do up my bag for tomorrow, I will be handing out Scripture booklets at the mall, but I need to get my bag ready.  I also have some tracts "The Value of Trials" and I will bring another one.  I will wear the bag on my left shoulder and then reach my right hand into the bag to hand out tracts.  I won't carry a sign because I won't have Bibles, just Scripture Booklets.  But each booklet has 300 Bible verses and a plan of salvation, that should do the job. 

I know a lot will end up wasted but if one person gets saved it will be worth it.  The lines have been very long so we will see how long they last.  I have somewhere around 500 booklets.  I'm not handing out "Satan Vs Christ" because I am more focused on "Help from Above" type issues. 

Here's a link to World Missionary Press.  www.wmpress.org  You can read booklets online and ask for booklets in pretty much any language. 

I'm looking at you, other countries.  I know you read me, I see that in the stats.  You can get booklets in pretty much ANY language.  They're free.  They do good work. 

I need to get on that, so I'll go do that. 

I hope you have a good one.