Life, isn't it about time?

The last few weeks have been harsh on me. From not having work, to having to go back to work, to having a melt down Monday night. A week or so ago, I was reading my home paper on the net and found a person whom my parents knew growing up had passed away. So I let my parents know. I think it was Tuesday night I was reading the obits for the same paper, and someone I had known and worked with had passed on. How many will us would confess that we had a past while we were teenagers? We'd done something completely stupid, got caught, had to pay a fine, and do some service work. I did, 120 hours worth. I got it done in like 2 1/2 months. I was sent to work for this place called the Victory House. I homeless shelter and place where the homeless could get a meal and a place to stay. I was on kitchen duty the whole time. My first chores were to clean the dishes. On a Tuesday night, there was this one cook, who liked to use every single pot and pan in teh place to cook. It was tiring but I did it. After a time, they had me doing other things like making salads, or start making the "squash goolash" as I call it. And the one thing about the head person of this, he was also the spiritual leader. Before we opened the doors, we would gather around in the kitchen, hold hands and pray. Not just for the people coming in, but for everyone. I learned a lot of life lessons there. Nothing I could have learned anywhere else. It was where the Lord needed to put me to help me. Well that man has passed away, and I feel a sense of sadness, but gratitude for the life of Christ and the example and place he left on my heart. I honour and reverence this giant, and man, whom was not a member of my faith, but had the faith of one who had walked the walk and talked the talk of Christ. God bless the memory of Vern Miliken. God be with you, 'til we meet again.