When our eye never meet

Friday – Nov 9th

Cousin

It started a week ago this past Friday for me.  My cousin emailed me to let me know that his parents house was one of the ones that burnt down.

 

Wednesday – Nov 14th

Young Man on a Bike

As I walked to lunch a young man pulled up besides with me.  We were both waiting for a changed light.

Don’t do so much these days, but this time I intentionally lifted up my head and we exchanged greetings.  He took up courage and asked whether I have a few dollars to spare.

I replied that I do not carry cash, but he can come up with me to the Popeyes that is standing in the City Square.  He agreed to do so.  He on his bike and I walking a bit ahead of him.

We only went twenty meters when he volunteered that he will rather go to a Pizza Store that was close enough for him to point to.

Pizza, Chicken Wings, and Soda.

And, that was that.

 

Popeyes

Made my way to Popeyes and was able to get a nice seafood dish.

Two Pieces

Chicken

Later an older man came in and asked for how much two pieces of chickens will cost.  And, how much three pieces will, as well.

The cashier told him and he started walking away.

I plodded him to go ahead and get what he wants as I have him.

Fishes

As I went to the open court area and started eating my meal.

Another older man came up and asked for money.

I said I did not have cash, but will get him something to eat.

Upon getting there, he asked for fishes; six pieces.

As they are only packaged in three pieces that meant two orders.

 

Friday – Nov 16th

Twice in One Day

Yesterday, Friday, morning was interesting.

A train broke down and was stuck on the tracks; that meant we have to get on our initial train, off board at a station, get on a bus, ride through cities during commute hours, make our way off the bus, and get back on train.

All the on and off got me close enough to work and I opted to take the scenic route; at least get to see and walk by the waters.

 

Young Salvadoran Man

As I enjoyed my free air solitude, picked up a walk mate along the way.

We became quick friends.

He had a good word for me.  And, that is “I like it that you speak to everyone“.

He continued he is :-

Unable to do so as he grew up in a small village in El Salvador.

And, ate corn all day. 

Everyone was poor and lived without work.

Everyone knows each other

And, never developed the grace of saying little nothings

We bade our good byes and he went his way and I went mine.

Another Young Man

Starbucks

Having had my morning walk I saw it fit to treat myself to a cake from Starbucks.

As I made myself inside Starbucks, a young man stood five meters from the door.

He whispered that he wanted “Banana Nut bread“.  Later he asked for two of them.

He got his two loaves of bread and I had my good work of the day as thanksgiving for the kinds words given me by the Salvadorian.

In an earlier posting I spoke of receiving two hours from another man who encouraged me towards AWS.

By the way that post is here.

 

Whole Foods

Like the book of Luke, my day is full of foods.

And, so for lunch took the laptop and headed for Whole Foods.

Gary giving me two hours ran my laptop battery down.

And, so I realized I needed my Laptop Charger.

Don’ t blame me, who wants to spend the an entire day around boring techies.

Got a nice lunch at Whole Foods and sat down to eat.

Half way through a young man came up and asked whether I can get him a coffee refill.  He said it was only a dollar.

We made our way to the counter.

But, he changed his mind and said he actually wanted something to eat.

And, I replied that he should go get what he wanted and come back and get me once he is ready to pay.

He came back and said he wanted Rotisserie Chicken and Bananas.

We picked out the Chicken and he already had Bananas.

As we were paying and I was having the Grocery Clerk know that we wanted bags, double bagged, he looked at me and said he was the same man who I brought “Banana Nut Bread” for earlier.

 

Good

For the good of the world we share, we are not handed free bags where we live.

For the good of our relationship, we let people know when we get back in line and ask for seconds.

Due to our prayer towards daily provisioning, God does not send us away.

 

Mark 6

  1.  31Then, because so many people were coming and going that they did not even have a chance to eat, he said to them, “Come with me by yourselves to a quiet place and get some rest.”
  2. 32 So they went away by themselves in a boat to a solitary place.
  3. 34 When Jesus landed and saw a large crowd, he had compassion on them, because they were like sheep without a shepherd. So he began teaching them many things.

Got out just in time

Setting

Gary and I went out for a coffee break after he had helped troubleshoot an issue I was experiencing.

He had just given me two valuable hours showing me his collection of Kindle Books.

As we walk to his coffee shop, he shared one interesting story after another.

 

Gary

Having to move

Things were good until he discovered that it had stopped raining.

Year after year, no rain.

And, he thought to himself I am out of here.  I need to be by the ocean.

A man with means, home and properties.

But, it dawned on him he might as well move before everyone else gave in.

 

AWS

His chosen destination is a city known for AWS.

Every job he applied for needed AWS & Python.

Out of work, man must walk.

 

Loss for Gain

Those two cities losses is our gain.

That is, until the fires started.

One is set a couple of hundred miles above us.

The other is in Paradise a few hundred miles below us.

 

Listening

Peter Bradley Adams – The Longer I run

Video :- Link

When my blood runs warm with the warm red wine
I miss the life that I left behind
But when I hear the sound of the blackbirds cry
I know I left in the nick of time

If I wander til I die
May I know who’s hand I’m in
If my home I’ll never find
And let me live again

Resonates

In a life hard enough

In which few are able to get out in and on time

It is good for good hearted men & women to share their own stories about getting out before having to feel guilty from just barely making it out

 

Punk’d

Background

Grew up watching the show Punk’d.

Quickly developed a boy crush on Ashton Kutcher.

He made everything look easy & smooth; forever spoilt by it.

Today

Today feeling the same way.

6:30 AM Train Ride

As I rode the train into work, a young man came in.  He immediately picked a fight over a bike parking spot.

He affirmed that the area being occupied is there for bikes and others should move; especially another man standing there.

I think, based on how the request was communicated, the current occupant refused to move.

The biker was not very happy that his wish was not immediately acquiescence.  He started shouting and clearing the pathway for a fight that he was going to pick.

He continued that he had the same problem in prison with the same people.

And, made it known his Aunt just passed last night and he was in no mood for the current state of affairs, especially today.

Unfortunately, I was standing close to the Intercom and I was elected to communicate the state of events to the Train Conductor.

I reluctantly did so.  Upon being asked by the train conductor for the Bus Number, I replied as the number was right underneath the speakers.

The Train continued on.

But, the mood did not soften.

Words was communicated to another man.  Somehow the biker guy said that this new man was not his brother either, but he looked past everyone and said I was.

At each stop, the young man with the Bike asked the other man to meet him outside so that they can settle the matter.

The spot owner refused to meet outside.

After a couple of stops, a Police Officer came in, placed handcuffs on the biker and led him off the train.

Standing outside, the Police Officer asked us whether anyone was harmed.  And, we replied No.

12:30 PM Lunch

As I went to lunch, ran into my home girl.

She was happy to see me and offered that she just came back from Down South; not far from where I grew up.

And, that she was there for two weeks.

She was walking her dog and she spit knowledge like she prone to.

Can’t talk enough about and for her.

Too deep and so let us save something for Spoken Words; in her case Toast Masters.

Less we go too far, for once, let us remain topical.

As her dog used the bathroom, a young un-sheltered lady approached and started talking at her.

The new lady let my friend know she should stop following her.

We turned around shortly after that.

We are only able to go for short spasms before we had to look back and tend to the words being spitted at us.

Finally, I had to tell the “un-sheltered” that this is my friend and if there is a problem she can take it up with me.

Gladly she replied that all she needed was 85 cents.

And, I said yes I have that.

Brothers, standing by, let us know that were being punked.

I supposed they could tell we were unaccustomed.

My friend went down the stairs to the train and the other lady and I went to the store.

As someone who never has cash, thankfully it is only $2.50 to get funds out of the ATM.

A little less than that to my new friend.

She promised to pay it back to my other friend, the next time she sees her.

Free and Clear

Family, let us continue to keep it Free and Clear.

Keep it simple.

Listening to G-Dep.

And, so that is that and this is now.

He implore us….

Have God work through us.  Never placing aside the act of contrition.

Telling people how we feel, is often considered as an act of weakness.  And, so sometimes it has to stay in same circle.  But, at least that way we get it off our shoulders.

Nothing really Intricate.

What is cool and what is not not.  What it means to be a man.

Listening

  1. Kierra ‘Kiki’ Sheard
    • Hear This – Kierra ‘Kiki’ Sheard
      Link
  2. Trin-I-Tee 5:7
    • Trin-I-Tee 5:7 – God’s Grace
      Link
  3. Kevin Michael
    • Kevin Michael – It Don’t Make Any Difference To Me (ft. Wyclef)
      Link

Addendum

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It will mean more….

 

Exactly 20 minutes ago, I rushed through the clutter of life to get to the bus stop; hoping to catch that lorry that is prayerfully 10 minutes late for everyone, but right on time for me.

As I got on the bus, I let out a smile hoping that the conductor will be accepting of my otherwise empty gratitude.

 

Takes me back to just yesterday.

Her friend had gone with us to help pick out clothes.  Knowing that my taste and hers do not match,  she had brought along a more cheerful mate.

A Barnes & Noble was not too far off and so took the opportunity to pick up reading materials.

Got a couple for mum, as well.  And, so here I am dropping off those books.

I know she will rather know we are bringing guests.

And, so upon arriving my invite to our un-attached was a bit half-hearted.

She kindly said No, and politely offered to wait in the car for us.

A few minutes later Dad came home from his afternoon walk with Latte.  Latte had refused to go that morning.  But, who can resist the California sun twice in one day.

The Dog is 14 years old now.  He was breathing heavy.  He kept his mouth open gasping for air and I noticed his worn teeth.

Latte is a pass me down from my Sisi.  I never asked if Latte knows Sin is her birth mother.

Back to our third wheel.  I went inside with Dad and he later asked if she does not want to come in.  To which I replied,  “It will mean more if it came from them“.

And, so he took upon offering the invite.  To which she kept her NO.

A few later, Mum said she would go out.

She brought the young lady in.  And, Dad offered that Mum is more persuasive than he is.  To which I retorted more pushy.

I always knew that an invite from the woman of the house, my mother, will make a world of difference.

As Dad spoke and reflected on life, I looked over at Mum and Wifey do same.

Last Christmas with the whole family over, they went over choosing mates and partners in life and love.

They don’t have to talk about it, they have lived and living it.

Something about a sermon not been preached, yet lived.

As I got up this morning, knowing the love of my life, will be gone for 3 weeks. I couldn’t quite get myself together.

We had had a busy and full weekend.  But, still there was always one more thing to say.

What I really wanted to say is what God had given me to say yesterday.  And, that was how thankful I should be to the cost my Love bears as she opens up herself for and to me.

To some opening up comes with ease; yet to others it comes guarded.

And, so here are to those things that mean more.

A lifetime ago,  God showed himself, replanted and re-souled in our lives and everything has meant more ever since.

Must be a Sunday

Morning Wake Up Call

Woke up 6:50 and I did not have to take in too much convincing.

Had gone to bed early and I was well rested.

It is Sunday morning and I might as well go in and hear from the man of God.

Brought out the clippers and got a clean shave; there is no reason keeping any of this bad hair.

 

Who they are

Made it to worship late us usual.  And, so took that empty seat at the last row.

Service was good, the pastor brought up two congregants whom faith has brought together.

His faith has held for sixteen years. Worn and Tested.

Hers has grown in a much more unruffled soil; the company of friends.

In time her faith was tested as well.

When he is the one doing the testing; everything turns out well.

Her friends were not just friends in what they believe.  But, also in whom they are.

Brother Ray

Saw Brother Ray.

Had asked for his prayers a week earlier.

Walking the hallways and sometimes there is not better place, but out there in the open.

Someone else might be encouraged by the humility of brothers saying lay your hands on me.

And, pray me in to the place of peace that you are standing in.

Thankfully things are now more settled.

One never knows what lays ahead and so when prompted by the Spirit, be sure to ask for that prayer and fellowship.

 

Brother Gary

Saw Brother Gary after Church.

Asked him to please keep us abreast of plans for laying Dad down.

And, of prayers for him; and how I will not say more than that.

He agreed that there is not much to say has we have been through it.

He said of the plans that it was actually happening this afternoon.  But, it is out of town.

In Jamaica Queens, New York.

I am just so thankful that he could have muttered Yes and held the plans to himself, but he chose not to.

And, that rendered us the opportunity to enjoin with him in Spirit.

 

Aunt Stacy & Uncle Alan

Aunt Stacy called on Friday Night.

And, so made time to go see Aunt T. on Saturday afternoon.  And, also on Sunday.

And, yes the grass needed to be trimmed in love.

And, so returned home and came back with the mower.

After Church on Sunday, came back and took care of the backyard, as well.

Just like my Hair mowed the grass down rudely and harshly.

As I returned to the front to get some more gas, saw Uncle Alan, Aunt Stacy’s husband, helping trim the edges.

He was picking up behind me.

All the stuff I rushed through while cutting the front yard, he was lovingly and affectionately placing a well.

 

Mama

Took Mama out for Sunday dinner.

Dinner was at Forbes Mills in Los Gatos.

Here is a link.

Made sure that we walked the outdoors and got Mama’s hair wet.

Worked up an appetite and took in the refreshment of the wild, tempered outdoors.

 

R.C.

Talking about Los Gatos.

RC from Cornell interviewed there a few years ago.

She gunned for the City Planner’s position.

And, it came down to her and another person.

Wouldn’t that be something if RC is the one running that city; responsible for keeping old money respectable and treasured.

What we are entrusted with ….

Intro

The last few months has been interesting.

 

Journey

Change Agent

There was a change I wanted to implement in our Development process, but I was not quite sure we had identified the right person in our Development group to make sure that the change will be well received and successfully carried to completion.

As chance will have it, some one sent me a script to deploy; as I reviewed the script, I suggested some changes.  The person actually received the suggestions and implemented them.

I suggested a couple of peripheral changes and he incorporated those as well.

Furthermore, he shared that he always wondered about same peculiarity in the system and he is happy that he now knows how to better accommodate it.

A week or two later he was let go as part of a cost cutting measure.

 

Guardian Angel

A story was told about a Guarding Angel.

A daughter was born and her mother soon became a single parent.

A man came forth promising employment within strict guidelines.

Both sides kept their ends.

Another lady came and gave money placed in a tidy envelopment.  Unrequested and Unexpected.  Asked why, she replied that the Lord asked her to do it.

That friendship lasted over twenty years.  And, only came to temporary suspension upon the Angel’s return to Heaven.

 

Nobility

It just so happens that there are organizational changes that we need to align with.

As these pieces are being moved and new homes tested out, natural and technical pairings are considered and given the opportunity to develop and nourish.

Better outcomes are more likely through nobility, upbringing, fellowship, self initiation, and ongoing commitment to growth.

 

Summary

Each of us is either headed into change or fastening our self in some change.

Both sides are more alike than we might first understand.

I pray encouragement, temperament, understanding, and providence in managing what we are entrusted with.

Life in Ministry – The CareTakers – 2017/Dec

 

As I attested in an earlier post it is mostly grandmothers and mothers raising the children of those locked in.

And, so our interaction is mostly with women.

 

A Big Brother & Twin Sisters

About 3 years ago, Wifey and I drove about an hour to go drop off this particular gift.  The lady and I had made arrangements over the phone a couple of days earlier and I felt I needed a feminine persuasion to lighten the mood and draw us closer.

We arrived and were let in.  Met the twin granddaughters and the grandson.  Wifey was able to lubricate the conversation the way women are able to and it was really the best exchange that year.

As I looked at the drop offs this year, I found one that appears likely destined to the same family.

Arranged for a drop off.  Upon arriving was told that gifts were only for the twins as their older brother had aged out at nineteen.

Was sure to leave a gift cert for him.

 

Connection Made through Facebook

There is so much cost to having someone on the inside; the family loses that income. Additionally, they have to set aside tiny amounts and place them in the provision Accounts of those inside.

With sky high rental costs, often our targeted demographics have to move quite a bit.

Addresses and Phone number change midstream.

As I looked at the beautiful gifts purchased by our congregation, I knew I could not leave a particular set of gifts undelivered.

Yes, sometimes we hold gifts for years thereafter.

But, not this one.

They were packaged and paired for two sisters.

I tried reaching their mother through the phone number that we were provided, but “NO GO”.

I thus took to Facebook and tried to find the name.  The last name is common.  But, not the first.

Was able to locate her.

Sent her a Facebook text.  Did not hear back from her till the following Monday.

The next Sunday was a bright and sunny day;  just the right day with a thin winter air that is easy to walk and dress lightly in.

Dropped off the gifts and caught a glimpse of the beautiful toddler girls.

 

 

The lady that Adopted Two Children

Last year I met Ms. R.  The gift was for her grandson.

On the day I attempted to make the delivery she was out of town.

And, so she asked us to just put it in the mail.

Trusted her grandson with gift certs.

This year, our Church, again drew her.

I called her and we quickly deepened conversation into familiar spirits.

I asked if it was OK to pray and she obliged.

She continued that she has a Government Job that pays handsomely and that she does not need help buying gifts for her grandson.

But, he likes to receive something from his Dad.

She insisted that she has to recompenses us.  And, she will do so by adopting two of our kids.

As her son’s Angel was picked by a fellow Government worker as Ms. R, I explained that she is picking a worthy Angel that did not just need a present,  but prayers as well.

A couple of weeks ago, Ms.  R and I resumed our conversation.  I asked if she is is still interested in adopting the Angels and she replied Yes.

In between I lost my phone, but she persisted in calling me.

The first call I received upon getting a replacement phone was hers.

She had moved and we arranged to meet at a close by train station.

Dropped off the gifts and instead of given us two gift certs back, she gave us three.

What an exchange, gave one received three.

 

The Anatomical Shape of a Heart by Jenn Bennett

There was a family with two girls, One girl wanted the book “The Anatomical Shape of a Heart by Jenn Bennett” and the other “Bow & Arrow“.

We had a church member deliver the gifts with a replacement for the book.

A few minutes later Ms.  Denise came by with the Book.  She was not happy that we had exchanged out her gift.  She had placed so much into it and she even added a “Heart Pendant“.

The next weekend called the lady and made arrangement to drop off the book.  She hesitated fervently that the gifts were already delivered.  I said Yes, but the delivery was missing the one item the daughter explicitly requested.

As I delivered the gift she confessed that her granddaughter was not so happy that we did not oblige her initial gift request.

The grandmother tried to explain things away by saying that her Dad only has an opportunity to give us a gender and an age and we just were not able to get her what she wanted.

The young girl insisted that we asked her for what she wanted and she was affirmative with her request.  Grandmother promised to take her to the bookstore after Christmas.

I was happy that Ms. Denise followed through.

Wrong Address

There was gifts destined for the Central Valley.   One of the gifts needed to be splitted off between grandparents and a mother.

The mother called and said the gifts for the grandparents never arrived.  I replied that we were done for the year and we were unable to make up the difference.

She pleaded with me, but I was unrelenting.

About a week later I finally made it to the mailbox.  And,  God behold, the parcel was in there waiting for me.

I called her back and apologized for my unbelief.  She shared with me that they know the intended street very well and that she and grandmother drove back and forth a few times and know that the address I had did not exist and that she knew that I will receive the package back eventually.