StephanieBailey

3/17/2009 Day Four

The planets must have been out of alignment in my universe today. This trip has been white and black, hardly any grey. I lost my purse earlier today and even though the only real casualty was my check book, it’s hard to give up and keep working when you know you’re missing something. Either way I suppose I’m lucky that more wasn’t lost. Maybe I’m thinking too much but if Jesse hadn’t left/forgotten his camera/phone and I hadn’t given him mine, I probably would have put it in that bag. I’m trying to look on the bright side, really I haven’t lost anything too important but I can’t image loosing everything all at once some of the participants have.

Today’s mission was extremely organized which made everything that much easier. I bounced around from task to task mainly because there wasn’t a whole lot to do but I think our group did a sufficient job at sorting and bagging everything, including my purse.

I felt that the only snag today was the owners. They seemed to bicker with each other more often then necessary. Maybe that was just me though. I’m trying to refrain from regretting the day’s events back in words.

This trip thus far has been extremely tiring, mentally and physically. The manual labor takes it’s toll but the atmosphere does it’s share. I saw families come in today and I thought “that’s so sad, they have four children and they all have to wear give-away clothes” but then I saw that they smiling. The children didn’t know the difference and the parents smiled and thanked everyone. I hated give-outs. I hated digging through clothes bins. Most of the time the places and bins smelled and I was just so uncomfortable that I would beg my mother to let me leave. The Music City Rescue Mission made it seem like they were shopping. Free shopping, the best kind. It took the “picking” out of hand-outs. They didn’t have to dig around like animals in the dirt just for clothes.

When ever we got food from the shelters or churched they were always canned goods. There was never anything fresh. MCR Mission gave out meals that could serve quite a few. Whenever we got food it was always the oddest combinations. My mother had to get pretty creative with her cooking.