I see my friend Willie…he was a very simple man with a 3rd grade education, a heart of gold, and the wisdom of a great man. He lived in the boiler room of an apartment building, and was the “caretaker” of the area in exchange for his “room”. Everyone who knew him took care of him – providing him with meals, clothing and additional odd jobs so he could earn more money. He did not wish to live any differently. He kept his money in a coffee can, and always put some in the collection basket at church. He was a living Saint in my eyes, and I’m blessed to have known him. He died nearly 30 years ago, but his Spirit remains alive in ALL who came to know him.
I love this story, Mary Kay. So sweet. I guess I’ve heard of such sweet simple souls who live out their lives in this way. Maybe these are the ones who know true happiness. Maybe simply having a place to call home and a warm blanket is pure joy. Thanks for reminding me of people like Willie. Cheers!
I see a place of confinement. Whether the resident is confined for mental health treatment (hopefully) or incarcerated for crimes committed is unknown.
I’d like to think our modern world treats those confined better, but I suspect that is not the case in all places.
I see my friend Willie…he was a very simple man with a 3rd grade education, a heart of gold, and the wisdom of a great man. He lived in the boiler room of an apartment building, and was the “caretaker” of the area in exchange for his “room”. Everyone who knew him took care of him – providing him with meals, clothing and additional odd jobs so he could earn more money. He did not wish to live any differently. He kept his money in a coffee can, and always put some in the collection basket at church. He was a living Saint in my eyes, and I’m blessed to have known him. He died nearly 30 years ago, but his Spirit remains alive in ALL who came to know him.
I love this story, Mary Kay. So sweet. I guess I’ve heard of such sweet simple souls who live out their lives in this way. Maybe these are the ones who know true happiness. Maybe simply having a place to call home and a warm blanket is pure joy. Thanks for reminding me of people like Willie. Cheers!
I see a place of confinement. Whether the resident is confined for mental health treatment (hopefully) or incarcerated for crimes committed is unknown.
I’d like to think our modern world treats those confined better, but I suspect that is not the case in all places.