| My Homeless Christmas Party |
| At seven a.m. I awoke to a sound not like raindeer on the roof, but the door bell ringing. I quickly got dressed and made my way down the stairs to see who was the first guest to arrive. When I opened the door, there was danny smiling at me. I said, "come on up danny" it's cold outside. He made no delay following me up the stairs to a warm apartment. He was a jolly happy soul, with a corn cobb pipe and a button nose. We drank hot cocoa and cappuccino's while waiting for the others to arrive. An hour passed and jinga ling the door bell rings, it's christmas time in the city. Come on up everyone, "I yelled". In no time at all there were nine people in the house lounging all around. Bing, Bob, and Frank were there singing and having fun. Lawrence was leading the pack with silhouette and guidanced harmony structure. Andy followed up the rear with style and grace, while smiling and drinking a hot mocha. |
| For food we had sandwiches, peanuts, popcorn, and crackerjacks. There were lots of donuts, and chips, with some cheese and cookies to go along with the rest. Everyone was satisfied and began to get real comfortable and relaxed. Naturally, we would leave some for Santa, and thanking Jesus for everything we melted into a good movie on t.v.. We were no longer on the island of misfits, and we knew the difference between Rudolf and Valentino. As the day progressed my guests were realizing that they were more than welcome at my home. In fact, on this day it was our home. We talked and talked all through the day untill finally it was time for everyone to leave. At 6:00 p.m. everyone was gone and I was all alone. |
| I thought about my family in texas, and my relatives that have passed away. I thought about my life and all of the bad and good things that have happened to me. I thought about my christian friends in Oklahoma, and I thought about all of my christian friends in Modesto. The physical life that God gives us is oh so very short. What can I do to possibly make a difference in someone elses life? Oh my Lord God, what can I do, what can I do? Could I ever do enough? I think not. Should I write a book about how to live, knowing that I might not ever be a part of my childrens lives again. Or maybe, how to get rid of all the guilt and shame, or hurt and pain, and possibly even forgiving myself for everyone elses sad moments in their lives. Father in Heaven give us your mercy. Father in heaven give us your love. Please help me God, for I hurt so. James M. Flaherty |
| 12/25/03 |
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