Weekend Begins...

sometimes, the conventional rules are a hindrance to any real progress.  often, in fact, this is the case.  think about the history of human beings in this country.  once upon a time, convention was that blacks were lower beings, women were 2nd class citizens, ethnic groups were somehow less than the established whites who raped and pillaged their way into possession of this continent.  children worked in dangerous factories, cocaine was in soft drinks and opiates were found in over the counter medicine.  things changed because people challenged the conventional wisdom of those eras and ages.  and while some of those things only changed on the surface (well, most of them, to be honest) the spirit of the effort was in the best interest of the parties involved. 

it is now saturday morning.  i am about to say my prayer and begin my day.  before i do, i want to update about yesterday.  i started as usual, and i drove the bus all day.  did the pre-trip inspection, filled out the paperwork, ran the route.  it wasn't bad, but i don't really enjoy it.  not so much because of the responsibilities, because once you know what you're supposed to do, you do it and be done with it.  i don't prefer it because it reduces people, the clients, to a schedule, a timetable and a log sheet.  i don't enjoy people as statistics; never have and doubt if i have enough life left to learn to.  but, this is my step along the way, to whatever comes next, and i won't shirk my responsibility.

the ride was smooth enough, we got everyone where they needed to be, i got my parent's breakfast fixed and my counseling done.  i had a good lunch, got some adjustments done on a securing strap for one of our wheelchair riders and got the second half of the day on.  traffic construction, traffic construction, traffic construction.  and the grief of a young man who is watching his workshop aide going away for a period.  it was sad, and it made the point evident i was talking about before.  because i knew another young man who was filled with sadness as well, one of my friends from the Boss' route.  and it tore at my heart, but what was most important was...getting him on the bus so the route could be finished.  and that's something brand new for me. 

but he got on the bus, the route was finished, and the day and week are done.  i am writing and grilling today, greens are just about done, ribs and chicken breasts are prepped and ready for the grill.  going to put in some applications too.  just get the day done in a reflective, solitary mode and see what comes if i put some good bait on some good lines in some good water. 

i thank you, Jehovah, for taking me to the good water.