Friday, June 29, 2007

concrete living

Rough week at work. A co-worker lost a
parent. Massive stroke at age 53. Now a
relative of a client has called with the
news that client's mom is in the hospital
and probably not coming out. All our clients
are incarcerated so we set up a phone call
but that's about all the contact he'll get
to have with his mom. Then when he is
done talking to his mom - maybe for the last
time in his life- he gets to go back to his
grey and beige cell.

My life isn't anywhere near perfect and I'm
way off track from where I want to be but
I am so, so, so thankful that I am not in
a prison somewhere - and that none of my
loved ones ones are.

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