Discomfort - an Idea I don't like but am familiar with.
In the Hospital, I now have a low grade fever and they have discounted UTI, and chest problems, but they ran tests anyways and then some more tests and now I am on an antibiotic.
This is NOT frightening, just uncomfortable, The the now apparent bouts of hacking and coughing and snorting that has been going on. I am not alarmed, but I really did not want this going on at the same time as the problems that I consider serious, but that is not my choice. I want to out to my home pick the clothes I want and come back quickly (Nope, not happening) I would love to go out and eat mexican, ( nope still not happening)
I am still in survival mode and good food, drinks and being out are a far distance. I eat and drink exactly what I am able and I have no Complaints. And I still Struggle not to drown myself.
I am imoroving, but my ability to see is limited, but I know ther is improvement.
I also seem to have been surrounded by the sim,ple peopls of God. Who God bless me as they empty the garbage or clean my room or take me to excersise or a test. For this I am very grateful and I realy do not feel alone, ever.
ne of my struggles in Houston was being alone, I did not want to be and I really wanted to be as well.
In the cource of getting closer to household in Housto, I found that I didn't have to choose. We were together completely, except when we were apart and even then ther were bonds to didnot separate.
Ny girlfriend left me because she wanted the lower middle class life and that life made no sence to me. We fought constantly over stupid simple things and when we did break up, my dad said it really was for the best and was glad.
I was never the most aware kid and I do not know the sequence of things, but at some point
Frank and his wife would move to Stamford, but had no idea how it would happen. There were manythings in the way, a house, a school for his son and jobs.
They approached me. This was very serous and needed to pray, seek guidance etc to see if God would want me ther. I didnot know, I still needed to finish school, This had not offered the last class I needed to graduate and that was first - a "fleece" was laid. because it still wasn't offered in the spring semester.
I was uncomforatable about the unknown and really took my time with things.
They had been going to a large chuch episcopal, in River Oaks. When you think rich uo here you think Greenwich, westport darian etc, in Houston it is River Oaks were the wealth of all those towns I mentioned from up here pall compared to River Oaks. But most people when you met them on the street you would not kn ow it. The church was very traditional low to middle episcopal chuch and had a large congregation with 3 preist.
They helped guide Frank and Marie in their decision making process and supported them in many other ways as well. When the fourth ward clinic closed, they go the congrgation to support paid staff ( doctord, nurses, med techs, etc, to reopen it and it is opened to this day.
I had been a bit tainted by my short stint with the "Fundies" and might have been a bit Jesus freaky. Frank was not, keeping my parents informed, finishing school, seing them regularly if I moved in with them was a priority. I would not be tra-la-ling down any path. His concern for any relationship was strong and would be my main encouragement when I did move. He also Asked if I could stay two years and I was okay with that.
Marie, his wife was just as serious. She really did not want to move.
Franks sister found a house and they got a mortgage using Frank's 70 plus year old Father as a cosigner.
The Whitby school found a place for Scott and a job for Marie.
Then, the class I needed became available...I signed up. Then in December they decided they would cancel it because there were to few Students, but when time came to Start the Spring Semester, they opened again. The First class had 6 people in it and they threatened to close it.
This was my way of seeing if things would or would not happen, so I did not try to force anything and let things happen.
Reality, I was scared out my mind and very uncomforatable, but My life was not in any trouble or danger.
We left after my last test and I officially graduated in May.
Showing posts with label houston. Show all posts
Showing posts with label houston. Show all posts
Monday, August 25, 2008
Sunday, August 24, 2008
Beginings back to Houston
As I have time to reflect and think and pray I seem not have troube keeping ieas in the order
I hate the jumpyness in all computer products because I will be writing a tought and then there is a system or connection shake up and I AM WRITING IN THE MIDDLE OF THINGS, Caps go on and generaLLY i NEVER CARED HOW CLUMBSY MY HANDS BECAUSE i WOULD CATCH IT EASILT AND GO BACK. Now I do not know how the caps came on. and I am not retyping this.
My eyes focus on the keyboard and not thescreen and that really is enough.
So back to houston
The Epicapol Church I was interested in was dynamic and peaceful and full of dignity and that was good. The Chaarismatic porsion did not over welm the traditional portion and the traditional portion did not overwelm the charismatic portion. I went often, bur my girlfriend would not. it was too different from her traditional baptist backgrpund. And the best part was they never ever pushed anything.
I wanted to join went to a priest and he said I would need to join a household and move out of my parents house.
Who not ready for this, fear of the unknown, scaaared. Heck I wasn't ready to move out of my parents houseonmy own, I was way to comfortabe and I was 20.
So I kept visiting the church, going to school and visiting other places, including the Grek Church, which is very comfortable as a greek, but I did not know greek and it also was a forieghn land. (And the rality if you look a greeks they are fairly arogant especially with their church, but it is theirs and that is okay and I will go anytime)
Then on spring a friend from the "upper class" area of houston invited me over for a swim (think Greenwich) This is where I met Franklin.
He came from this area and had been a dynamic administrator of programs in The NYC Health Department, was Episcopal/headonist/searchingHe heard about the Chuch of the redeemer and what they were trying to do and flew to find out. A bit later he and his wife moved down.The Chuch had a small ministry that they were moving to another episcopal chuch which was trying community. The Ministry was the Four Ward Clinic, In the poorest area of Houston, where health care didnot exist. People came for problems, mini emergencies, vaccines etc and they paid what they could.
The clinic had a full Lab with volunteers and several doctors and nurses ad lab techs and everthing else. They were not paid.
When I saw Frank. he was different, he had passion and a purpose, he wanted to serve God by helping people. I never met someone with so much energy and he was relaxing by a pool!
We talked, he had someone in his household.. a German Athiest, who was volunteering attr the clinic. He asked at some point if I would be interested in volunteering one day at the clin nin if my school schedule would allow.
Oh yes!
He lived in the fourthward where the city gave them an old dynamic house to live in for a dollar a year. The only thing he had to do was keep it clean.
I started volenteering and realized that these people were not special, but had a passion and a focus and there were problem, but the people who came from outside never suffered, they were the priority, no matter what else was happening between personalities.
The job was acceptable to my dad, but he really did want me to make money, but I was at home and every so often I was invited over to Frank's household for an evening meal.
The household had Frank's wafe and son and between 2 and4 other males (including the German) The meals were simple but filling, noone lacked...that was intersting cause they had no income, but things given to one household, was always shared among everyone.
One evvening there was a discussion I over heard that one household had not had meat for weeks. The next day I went to the sroe and got the bigest roast I could.
So that was sacrifice, real sacrifice, not on my part, that was easy. Everything that happened. Their own comfort really took a back seat.
I started staying over one night a weekand would work renovating the place(no just keeping it clean, this was a super historic building that had been left to disappear) We replaced sheetrock and painted walls and did what ever to bring it to its formor glory.(the house was a two story masion wwith huge rooms.)
Things happen, people get in the way and the clinic closed 9 months after I was there'
Frank and his household stayed together, but moved to a place near the galleria. This was a normal house, single floor, a few bed rooms. He his wife his son the german, who had since converted and a foster boy. Frank got a Job, but I do not remeber where, but I think I was medica related. I Started staying over more.
I knew it woould be hard on my parents, I guess If I had gone away to college, it would have been easier, but I was not ready and so the gradual thing happened.
\It was not easy, my relation with my dad was always strained, because he though somewhere I was a whimp. And I was way to smothered from my mom, who always wanted to protect me.
In that summer before I moved in I got a job for the summer at theGettty Reseach Lab and it was fun and paid me and that helped my dad.
Fall I left the lab to continue my studies.
In the mean time thing were happing with Frank and his Household. People wanted him back up in this area to bring his community experience, they did not want to go.
I hate the jumpyness in all computer products because I will be writing a tought and then there is a system or connection shake up and I AM WRITING IN THE MIDDLE OF THINGS, Caps go on and generaLLY i NEVER CARED HOW CLUMBSY MY HANDS BECAUSE i WOULD CATCH IT EASILT AND GO BACK. Now I do not know how the caps came on. and I am not retyping this.
My eyes focus on the keyboard and not thescreen and that really is enough.
So back to houston
The Epicapol Church I was interested in was dynamic and peaceful and full of dignity and that was good. The Chaarismatic porsion did not over welm the traditional portion and the traditional portion did not overwelm the charismatic portion. I went often, bur my girlfriend would not. it was too different from her traditional baptist backgrpund. And the best part was they never ever pushed anything.
I wanted to join went to a priest and he said I would need to join a household and move out of my parents house.
Who not ready for this, fear of the unknown, scaaared. Heck I wasn't ready to move out of my parents houseonmy own, I was way to comfortabe and I was 20.
So I kept visiting the church, going to school and visiting other places, including the Grek Church, which is very comfortable as a greek, but I did not know greek and it also was a forieghn land. (And the rality if you look a greeks they are fairly arogant especially with their church, but it is theirs and that is okay and I will go anytime)
Then on spring a friend from the "upper class" area of houston invited me over for a swim (think Greenwich) This is where I met Franklin.
He came from this area and had been a dynamic administrator of programs in The NYC Health Department, was Episcopal/headonist/searchingHe heard about the Chuch of the redeemer and what they were trying to do and flew to find out. A bit later he and his wife moved down.The Chuch had a small ministry that they were moving to another episcopal chuch which was trying community. The Ministry was the Four Ward Clinic, In the poorest area of Houston, where health care didnot exist. People came for problems, mini emergencies, vaccines etc and they paid what they could.
The clinic had a full Lab with volunteers and several doctors and nurses ad lab techs and everthing else. They were not paid.
When I saw Frank. he was different, he had passion and a purpose, he wanted to serve God by helping people. I never met someone with so much energy and he was relaxing by a pool!
We talked, he had someone in his household.. a German Athiest, who was volunteering attr the clinic. He asked at some point if I would be interested in volunteering one day at the clin nin if my school schedule would allow.
Oh yes!
He lived in the fourthward where the city gave them an old dynamic house to live in for a dollar a year. The only thing he had to do was keep it clean.
I started volenteering and realized that these people were not special, but had a passion and a focus and there were problem, but the people who came from outside never suffered, they were the priority, no matter what else was happening between personalities.
The job was acceptable to my dad, but he really did want me to make money, but I was at home and every so often I was invited over to Frank's household for an evening meal.
The household had Frank's wafe and son and between 2 and4 other males (including the German) The meals were simple but filling, noone lacked...that was intersting cause they had no income, but things given to one household, was always shared among everyone.
One evvening there was a discussion I over heard that one household had not had meat for weeks. The next day I went to the sroe and got the bigest roast I could.
So that was sacrifice, real sacrifice, not on my part, that was easy. Everything that happened. Their own comfort really took a back seat.
I started staying over one night a weekand would work renovating the place(no just keeping it clean, this was a super historic building that had been left to disappear) We replaced sheetrock and painted walls and did what ever to bring it to its formor glory.(the house was a two story masion wwith huge rooms.)
Things happen, people get in the way and the clinic closed 9 months after I was there'
Frank and his household stayed together, but moved to a place near the galleria. This was a normal house, single floor, a few bed rooms. He his wife his son the german, who had since converted and a foster boy. Frank got a Job, but I do not remeber where, but I think I was medica related. I Started staying over more.
I knew it woould be hard on my parents, I guess If I had gone away to college, it would have been easier, but I was not ready and so the gradual thing happened.
\It was not easy, my relation with my dad was always strained, because he though somewhere I was a whimp. And I was way to smothered from my mom, who always wanted to protect me.
In that summer before I moved in I got a job for the summer at theGettty Reseach Lab and it was fun and paid me and that helped my dad.
Fall I left the lab to continue my studies.
In the mean time thing were happing with Frank and his Household. People wanted him back up in this area to bring his community experience, they did not want to go.
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