God-Incident

I think I am finally ready to let you all know.  However, just so nobody gets to the end and says, "Hey!  What a ripoff!" I will tell you now, I don't know what it means.  If it seems like I use euphemisms and code, it's just because I didn't get permission to write specifics about these places and some of the people who receive services need anonymity.  Now, let me explain.

In case you haven't been following along you may not know that the team of youth from Centerville Presbyterian Church went to work with the poor and homeless as a mission trip over Easter break two weeks ago. We worked in some of the poorest areas in Oakland, Richmond, and San Francisco.  We all had a wonderful time but my family had an additional benefit to our time together.

It was the Tuesday of our week long trip and our team was headed to a school in Oakland to be teacher's aides in a community day school.  The school is designed to help people who have very little money but need someone to take care of their kids while they work.  This place is like a daycare/preschool/kindergarten and it is full, active, and appreciative of all the help that groups like ours are offering to give.

As we walked up to the door, first thing in the morning, our host Anita explained that this was one of her favorite places because the kids were so cute.  I said, in my usual smart-aleck way, "Careful...Sylvia has a history of taking cute kids home with her."  Anita laughed but I said, "It's funny, but it's also true."  I went on to explain that when Sylvia taught kindergarten there was a family in her class who was falling on hard times and was about to be homeless. She told the single mom that if there was anything at all we could do to help, just let us know.  Then she emphasized  a n y t h i n g.

Mom called back and asked if she was serious.  Of course.  She then went on to say that she was indeed going to lose her apartment but had a place to stay for herself...she couldn't make it work for her daughter though.  Through many more details than I want to go into here, we took in her daughter.  I had never met the mom or the daughter and, likewise, she had never met me.  It happened that she dropped her off at our house as she was driving her packed car to another city.  She came in and signed a handwritten paper stating that we were going to be taking care of her and that we could get her medical attention if we needed.  Then she told her daughter to listen to Mrs. Garrett and how great it was that she was going to get to stay in the same school for a whole year.  Then mom looked at me after meeting me minutes before and asked, "Are you sure about all this?"  I assured her that I was, and then she held my gaze.  In order to be a teacher you have a series of interviews.  I have been interviewed by rooms full of people asking about minute details I could barely remember from college due to the stress of the situation.  That was nothing compared to the fifteen unblinking seconds that mom and I shared in the kitchen.  I passed muster and the hugs goodbye ensued.  The little one was thrilled to be having a sleepover with her teacher and we were happy to be able to do something concrete to help someone out.

It wasn't without its challenges.  We were met with opposition from the school district where Sylvia worked. The "district office" heard of the living arrangements and told the principal to order Sylvia to give her back to her mom.  They saw it as an open door to liability and they wanted none of it.  For the first time in my life, we went and got help from the union.  The president of the union told Sylvia that he, too, was a kindergarten teacher and he completely understood what she was trying to do.  He assured her that there was nothing official the district could do, and besides, who in their right mind would suggest that a child would be better off homeless than with a caring family?  (I'm happy to report that we are no longer affiliated with that district)  There were other challenges along the way.  We would get stares in restaurants since this multiracial little girl was obviously not biologically ours.  We managed it all.  The one thing that always resurfaces when we talk about her is our inherent inability to take care of her hair.  We had creams, and rinses, and treatments from the "Ethnic Hair Care" section of the supermarket...but we never really nailed that one.  And the one time that Sylvia gave in and allowed her to win the daily "Can't I have my hair down!?" battle...she ended up with three hours of brushing to return her beautiful long hair back from the brink of bird nestiness.

We had her for most of the school year and then Mom got an apartment and back on her feet.  We started the transition from our house to hers.  Over the next few weeks we had sort of a joint custody thing to help the little one have a smooth transition.  Over the next few months we would visit occasionally and talked on the phone from time to time and then, when it seemed like they were doing very well, we lost touch.

In front of the day school steps I did not have time to go through all of these details.  I merely said the little girl's name.  It is a unique name for a special little girl.  Anita stopped walking.  She asked us to describe her and we told her that she was a biracial girl with long hair.  That wasn't what she meant.  She asked specifically about any physical traits that would identify her.  We told her about the one characteristic that could be an identifier and that is when Anita said, "You are going to see her this Thursday!"

My offhand comment about Sylvia's tendency to take children home set a whole set of wheels in motion.  Anita called the other group to prepare our daughter that she was going to see her.  The site director tried to contact mom to see if this was something that she would like some say about.  The one unfortunate thing about the whole incident is that mom was not available that day and our daughter, Krisi, for confidentiality purposes, was not allowed to run over and hug her and ask if she remembered her.

Two days later our group visited the same facility.  By the time we went to this after school program, the director had reached mom and was assured that not only was it OK for us to talk to her, she had been "praying about how to reach us" since they had moved.  We were given the standard orientation and told that we would be helping kids with art projects, homework, and doing a Bible study lesson before they stopped to eat dinner.  After everyone else was sent to set things up and get ready for the kids to come, Sylvia and I were pulled aside and given our own orientation of sorts.  It was then that we found out our re-found friend only came to this program two days a week...Tuesdays and Thursdays...the two days that our teams would be there.

I don't want to go into a lot of details about what happened when we finally saw her.  I will say there were smiles and tears and shyness.  We left our contact information with the director and said that it was OK to pass it on to mom.  We just got a message from her...she left her number and asked us to call her back.

And now I am back to where I started.  I don't know what it all means.  I'm not sure what God has planned for us in our reuniting with this family.  I am sure, however, that it has not all been a coincidence.  I would rather call it a God-Incident.  

The End is Nigh

Oh man!  Our last day is tomorrow.  Everybody is talking about how this week has just flown by.  We have done some amazing things in this short time we have been here.  I have seen kids break out of their shells and start to open up.  I have seen kids who never seemed to have shells...or maybe their shells were tie dyed, had P.A. systems installed, and had flames painted down the sides...come even further away from their shells.  It has been fun and a pleasure to work with this group of people.

We had something amazing happen and the sequence of events is nothing short of amazing, but I am still going over it in my head and will have to take a day or so before I write about it.  It will definitely be something to look forward to.

Today our group fed 888 people in the dining hall at St. Vincent de Paul.  They had such a well run operation that even our band of rookies couldn't slow it down.  I can't say that there was divine appointment in our assignments, but it did seem like we all got to go somewhere different that suited each of our personalities very well.  Lauren and Sarah got to help the women and families section of the dining hall.  Matt was given the job to "drop and click."  He dropped the forks on the trays and clicked the device that told how many meals we had served.  Sylvia got to start the food trays going.  Jake and Dylan were in the middle of everyone handling drinks. Anita, (our host for the week) was in charge of vegetables.  I, was the runner.  Did you hear that?  Me!  Runner!  I am thinking of having a shirt made that just says, "Runner!"  I liked that job because it kept my easily distracted mind busy by making me do a lot of things.  I also liked it because the title made it seem like I was actually running without being required to do so.  (It is not safe to run in the kitchen boys and girls)

The dining hall was busier than a centipede at a shoe sale.  There was a steady stream of customers right up until 11:45 when the volunteers got to eat their lunch...and be back to their jobs at noon.  I sat with some of the people who worked at the hall regularly and one of them had been doing this for 23 years!  Seeing that people have been helping for so long warmed my heart.

We then went to the Bay Area Rescue Mission (BARM) and we were affected more than perhaps any other place so far...but that is a story for later.  At the end of our night we all gathered with the hosts and played Mafia in the gathering room.  It's just a game, so if your kids come home saying that they killed someone, it was all pretend...probably.

Friday...Our last day.  :-(

We are all fairly exhausted after this day and we are all going to be happy to be back to our beds, our one day of sleeping in past 6:15 before going back to work and school, and our shower that could last longer than 3 minutes!  None of us have had the same experience, the same feelings or emotions, or even started from the same place with our perceptions...I also know that none of us will walk away from this week unchanged.

Together we have served more than a thousand meals, prepared food for thousands more, talked to total strangers, stepped out of our comfort zones, stepped into where some said we would be in a danger zone.  We sorted clothes, organized hangers, filled bags with rice or oats, worked in a day school with toddlers, and worked in an after school program with teenagers from the inner city.  It seems that the only thing we didn't do was sit around wondering what was for dinner or trying for find out what was on TV.  We were busy for the entire time we were here and almost nobody can say with certainty what we did on which day.  It has all become a blur of work and fulfillment.

As many times as we were thanked for the work that we did at all of the places we visited, we thanked them for allowing us to come be part of their wonderful missions.  We thanked them for the opportunity to come and help them for a few hours when they are there, in the trenches, helping on a daily basis...and keeping smiles on their faces the whole time.  It is good work that they are doing.  It is important work that they are doing.  It was a great experience to be a small part of it for a little while.  

Closing in on the end of the week

On the food front...We have been very diverse.  We started with curry, made it to Pho, and last night we even tasted the legendary Chicken and Waffles.  It was good.  Considering that we have been operating on very little to eat some days, it very well could have been great.  I think the people who have had it before may have built up my expectations a little high.  "It's the best thing ever!" was often heard.  Whenever someone mentioned the restaurant people would hoot and cheer.  We finally got to go...and it was good.  I probably would have said that it was really good if I hadn't been led to believe that my taste buds would jump out of my mouth in protest of having never had it before.  Don't mean any disrespect...but, I probably won't be suggesting that we drive the 45 minutes to come eat there anytime soon.

Today seemed like a spa day compared to the other days that we've been here.  We have been walking neighborhoods, bringing meals, organizing give-a-way clothing, preparing meals, working with kids, walking districts, filling needs, walking, walking, walking.  Today, our group was given a gift.  We were still out there helping people, but we got to go on a field trip.

We started at Laguna Honda hospital and got an orientation about what we would be doing.  Then we trekked upstairs to a "neighborhood" and took eight patients, (seven of them in wheelchairs) with three nurses, on a trip to the Berkeley Marina.  We had a picnic lunch, walked along the path, looked out at the water, and were surrounded by the fattest squirrels I have ever seen!  These things apparently knew where to come for a free meal, and ended up looking very much like furry armadillos!

One bonus of the day was that the walking we did was at a snail's pace due to the fragility of the patients, one of whom was 93 years old!  I was content going for a stroll instead of speed-walking to someplace to make it on time.  Some of the places we are going to have huge needs and are on tight schedules.  If the CSM program doesn't honor their time commitments then it puts everything off for the day.  Today was a little more relaxed.

It was nice to be helpful to people who, in some cases, could not express gratitude due to their condition.  Others couldn't communicate due to language issues.  The only people who spoke English were the nurses.  Everyone did great though.  We all did what we could to help, entertain, and maintain dignity for these long-term patients.

Following our work at the marina, and after we dropped everyone off at the hospital, we went on a prayer walk across the Golden Gate Bridge.  We drove to Sausalito, took a picture with the bridge in the background, and then walked across to the other side praying for the city we have been working in for the past few days.  I say "We" but what I really mean is, "They."  I drove the van back across the bridge so we could pick them up and go on the one bit of free time that we would have this week.

Following our walk we met with the other group at Pier 39 where each student was given some money, instructions about the boundaries and how to NEVER be alone, and told to go get dinner for themselves.  I think it is a testament to the cohesiveness of this group that they pretty much stayed together in two big groups.  And when we were walking back to the rendezvous point to go back to Harbor House, they were already walking all together.  We have really been blessed with a great group of students to work alongside.

Tomorrow, or today...depending on when I post this...will be a challenging day.  We will be working somewhere where the work will be physically challenging and emotional all at the same time.  We will be working in a dining hall for the homeless and down on their luck in the morning, and then off to a rescue mission to work with students who have seen too much in their short lives so far.  It will be challenging initially due to seeing so many kids on this situation.  But there will also be a secondary challenge that I am hopeful to be able to write more about tomorrow.  Without giving away too many details, because of confidentiality. I can say that we may know one of the students there.  I am planning on having an emotional day.

Guest Bloggers Part Deux

Nothing says Christian youth group more than a  large white van filled with teens. What an experience riding in a van with teens.  One benefit of traveling in a high van was the ride over the bay bridge.  We could see over the guard rail so we saw the Embarcadero, all the piers, Coit Tower and the cruise ship from the vehicle.  We really get to know each other so much better during our time in the vans.  Music is the biggest way these kids express themselves.  I have gotten to know their personalities through their music choices.   Gone are the days that you turn on the radio and listen to what the DJ selects.  Maybe change stations to find a DJ you like better.  Today they can select anything they want from Spotify plugged into the van radio.  The DJ, usually Krisi, is tethered from the middle seat to the front console by a cable.  Then everyone yells what they want to hear.  I rarely have ever heard of any of the music.  There is a lot of screamo singing.  Sometimes they actually know the lyrics they are singing.  We have found Disney songs to be the common ground between the various age groups.  Everyone  knows all the words to those songs.  I have to say Mitchell has the most bizarre selections with Austin J.  a close second.  You have to check out the songs Nuggets in a Biscuit plus Violin (the most random song).  I don't even know where they find these songs.  I wracked my brain to think of the most unusually funny song I knew and remembered Tie me Kangaroo Down.  When we played it I was amazed that Mitchell knew all the words to that song too.     -Sue

I woke up this morning feeling well rested and energetic.  I got to sleep in another hour.  We also found bagels in the kitchen this morning. So turn up.

-Austin Jungers

MEET A NEED for a "No Name, Vet"
All morning we were trying to find someone to help.  It wasn't coming to us so easily.  We came across this "No Name, Vet" sitting on the ground in front of Popeye's Chicken on Mission.  As Sue and I approached the door to go in a use the restroom, he yelled at us that he could use a piece of chicken and a biscuit.  Of course we would buy that for him.  When we came out to give him the chicken, he was cussing and yelling at someone I didn't see.  We gave him the chicken, but we could tell he was embarrassed by his behavior and tried to give us the chicken back.  He explained that she was treating him horrible as a vet and that she spit on him.  With his head lowered, he tried to explain how he served our country and gets treated horribly.  He was so upset, and tried so hard to control himself in front of us, but was having a difficult time.  When we insisted he take the food, he took it  out of respect, but with the box of chicken in hand an his head lowered, he proceeded to cross the street in the crosswalk and stopped in the middle as the walk light began to count down 3 - 2 - 1....Perhaps he saw the rest of our team on the other side waiting for us.  Sue & I immediately went in the street and put our hands out to the cars to stop as to not hit him while we tried to coerce him to continue crossing so he wouldn't get hit.  He told me it didn't matter.  We begged him to cross and finally he did, but he put the box of chicken on the curb and continued walking fast with his head down in the street for a bit, then on the sidewalk until finally out of site.

I was crushed.  My heart was burdened for this man.  I could hardly talk as a lump grew in my throat and tears welt up in my eyes. Why God?  We picked up the box and began walking again quietly.  We tried to wait for God to show us who we might offer the food to.  We saw a girl on the street sitting against the building and Krisi was going to approach her, but she had an urging that this wasn't what we were supposed to do, so we continued walking.  I walked ahead of the group and all of a sudden this "No name, Vet" came up from behind and began walking next to me with his head down explaining to me again why he got upset with the lady who spit on him that he was so hurt because he has served our country and saw so much...women and children killed and he doesn't deserve it.  He was concerned about what our group thought about him.  I told him we were thankful that he served our country.  (I just wanted to comfort this man.)  I asked him his name and he said his name doesn't matter.  I told him his name matters to God.  He said he knew that.  I asked him if he would please take the chicken and take care of himself.  He nodded that he would.  I turned around and the team was quietly walking about 5 steps behind me...praying (I'm sure) and handed me the box of food to give to him.   He took it and continued to walk, but when I went back to the group, I turned around and he came back and gave me a hug.  That hug was the hug of Jesus. He met both our needs.

-Tammy Sawyer

Matt's Message

Matt's Blog Post


Of the three trips we take our high school students on, this one is my favorite. By far. Sylvia Garrett (on of our leaders) put it best today when she mentioned that our trips to Ganado and Mexico are much more physically demanding while this one is more emotionally demanding. It's true. This trip pops a lot of our comfort bubbles, pulls on a lot of our heart strings, and reshapes the way we see the poor, strangers, ourselves, the church, and Jesus; all in ways that break us down and build us up stronger and more connected to the heart of our God.

A few things I have found to be true.

1. Urban ministry is very hard. I know rural, suburban, and international ministry is hard too, but urban ministry is not the context in which I work consistently and therefore stretches me - and has stretched our group too. I have realized you can't minister to the city without (a) knowing the people in the city and (b) knowing the problems facing the city. Both are numerous. Both are diverse. Both are complicated. I have a growing respect for my friends that live in and share Christ with the urban cities in our country. May God be your source of strength, encouragement, and delight.

2. Teenagers are freaking rad! Yeah, I used "rad." It's time to bring that back. While we don't go to sleep when I'd like and while I have to endure some questionable taste in music and humor - watching our high school students be lead in the paths God has made has been so fun to watch. I am confident that God uses teenagers to teach me, more than I teach them. What I love the most is that they haven't yet bought into the lie that real change is impossible - something we adults more easily believe. I see change in them and change through them already in the three days we've been at this.

3. We ALL have strings (or conditions) to our love. We know and serve a God who loves unconditionally and we would like to do the same. But we don't. This trip we have been working on identifying and cutting those strings that are attached. We have identified the strings of security, familiarity, self-righteousness, past-mistakes, condemnation, and fear. Often times our love for others, for ourselves, and for God are connected to one or more of those. It's hard to identify these in our lives. It's harder to cut them. Christ's love is an unconditional loving kindness that models a love that has "no strings attached." I ask that you cut your strings with us so that our world may reflect the love God has for us through Jesus Christ. 

Pictures

Here are just a few pics of the group.  We cannot take a lot of pictures in our settings since it isn't safe for some of the occupants.

I have heard that a lot of people can't see them.  I will try to fix this when I get home.  Meanwhile, go to the cpc youth facebook page and you should see a lot of them.  We will try to tag parents on FB so you can see them.
Sorry.
Jeff

Guest Bloggers Extraordinaire!

I thought that today/tonight was a good time to have people contribute to the blog.  Here are some of them.  In their own words...describing what they have seen and done.

day 2 and The Lord has opened my eyes so much - Scott


It started off super early. Everyone was tired but the level of excitement and unknown for the rest of the day was   Breakfast was cereal and milk.  We did devotions and prayed.  Group 1 left for their activities, and our group headed out shortly after.  We went over to the SF Marin Food Bank.  We were brought into a room with ten huge crates of oranges.  Our job: put the oranges into smaller boxes and separate the good from the bad.  After about 2 hours of separating oranges, and finishing all ten crates, we got a 15 minutes break in the staff room. Once 15 minutes was up we went into a different room with stations set up.  In one station there was a bucket of rice with scoops in it, 2 scales, and a hot pressy thingy.  Each person had a job and we had to bag rice, make sure it was 1 lb., and then seal the bag with the hot pressy thingy.
When we finished at the food bank, it was time for lunch.  We drove a couple minutes away and arrived at the beach.  We all took our bag lunches and went and sat and ate together watching the waves roll in.  There was a trail near by, so we all went hiking together.  It was a good time to talk and get to know each other better.  Once 2:00 rolled around it was time to head over to Project Open Hand.  Project Open Hand is an organization that gives daily meals to people living with HIV/AIDS, Cancer, or any other disease that limits them from making their own food or makes it hard for them to get out of the house.  So, our job was to take the meals to specific hotel rooms and deliver them to the person.  We walked all around the Tenderloin area, and delivered meals.  Handing the meals to the people wasn't quite what I expected. I expected really happy and grateful people expecting the meals, but most of them hid behind the door and stuck their arms out to recieve the meal.  So it was just different than what I was used to.  After we finished our route, we went to Kevin's Noodles, which is a Pho place.  There we met up with the rest of the group.
That's Group 2's story for Monday.
-Krisi Rose

Moo.moo milk milk
-A naughty moose

     Early in the morning on Monday,  we had all woken up and got ready for the day. I am in group 1 so we left first.  We went to the Salvation Army and first helped to organize clothes so that when homeless people walk in and need clothes, it makes them feel like they are walking into a store. Afterwards, we then started to open boxes full of clothes and had to cut the tags off so that people couldn't return them.  We opened up 18 boxes and went through about 900 pairs of clothes!  All of these clothes were donated from different stores.
     After we had finished working at the Salvation Army, we were then taken to the City Hall and given $2 each and a whole lot of time to buy lunch for ourselves and someone else.  We had 4 hours to do this.  My group stayed together and combined our money to buy bread, bologna salami, mustard, mayo, a water jug, and cups.  We all had a sandwich and walked around in front of the City Hall all day and gave sandwiches to the homeless people, who were actually very nice.  We met a lot of people and got their viewpoints of the city and about being homeless.  We learned that all homeless people want is company and comfort from others.  We had a lot of really interesting talks with a lot of them.  We have only been asked for food or money ONCE out of everyone we talked to and saw.
     That night we ate at a Vietnamese restaurant call Kevin's Noodle and I had some steak pho that I really enjoyed.

     Today on Tuesday, so far from the point of which I am typing this, we are at Saint Vincent Day Home and we are helping teachers to take care of children ages 2-5.  I got a class with an age group of 4 (not that it matters though) and they are REALLY energetic.  However no less fun to be around.  I so far have enjoyed the trip and have enjoyed the activities and the food.  The experiences are amazing and I can't wait to experience more throughout the week.
   -Dylan Johnstone

Today I had much high fashion.  I modeled for Salvation Army and tried many different clothes.
-Austin Jungers

For part of the day we went to this after school day care sort of thing to help out. The first hour was filled with playing around with the kids, age 5-18. Then after that we helped the kids out with their homework. And we finished off with doing a bible lesson with the kids. I feel like I was able to get a lot out of today solely due to this program. It was a lot of fun and also nice to help out children.
-Austin Gee

Today was a fun day, we worked at the Salvation Army and volunteered at an after school program working with kids of a variety of ages. The two activities were very different but rewarding in different ways. The work we did at the SA was very repetitive and mundane but it was cool knowing that we were helping fulfill a need in such a simple way. We sorted brand new, donated clothing and removed or crossed out any labels. This was to ensure that the donated clothes weren't just sold for profit but instead go to people and families that actually needed them.
At the Rescue Mission we hung out with kids, played basketball with them, helped with homework, and shared the Gospel with the teenagers. It was cool getting to know them but also very awkward and it took most of the day to feel comfortable with them. A lot of the kids come from very different situations than how I was raised so it can be hard to relate and it was very sad to hear the types of things they have to go through at such a young age. I enjoyed getting to know the kids a little bit but it's hard to only volunteer for a day and actually build relationships with the kids. I saw God in the interactions we had with kids even though it was only for a few hours, we still helped that Rescue Mission function well for that day.
Our challenge for the day was to do a random act of kindness for someone without expecting anything in return. I saw members from our group donate money to a homeless man who was selling newspapers, they also gave away some food to people we interacted with while walking to our ministry sites. It has been awesome seeing our group slowly get more comfortable serving in some awkward situations and I am excited to see what he has left in store for our group!
-Seth

Today was a really fun today helping the kids. I got put with the pre-schoolers. They were all so adorable and all wanted me to play with them at the same time. They all kept asking my name and telling me their names over and over. When I left during their nap time they all shouted "BYE SARAH!" It made me feel really special inside knowing that they love me. -Sarah Fair


Dear blog today is april 22nd 2014. Today we went to Saint Vincent day something. we went in and met this lady named Jennifer. she was so funny. shes one of those people who likes to joke around. anyways i got assigned to the 4 year olds aka the dolphins.  I walk in and I sit down and the teacher is teaching them the months and the days of the week like Monday Tuesday etc. When she would have them answer most of the kids would go umm. The teacher (no kids it's not umm). Then a kid wouldn't sit down so she said sit down bruh. I was laughing in my head. Then they were doing crafts and play time. Right away a kid came up to me and put his hand on my arm and said will you play with me? I said of course I will. He took to me to the play dough area. As we got the stuff out more kids came over to play with it to. All of them were guys so you know what guys do? They talk about guy stuff. Well the word poop is so funny to 4 year olds. So there was this thing with a hole and then you push the play doe through it and it makes a snake shape. Well to them it was poop. The little boy said look Lucas I made orange and green poop. I saying really fast very nice. But really I was cracking up in my head. After that it was recess. The kids were so excited. We played hide and seek and dodge ball. (Don't worry it wasn't normal dodge ball) it was roll the ball. It was a flat ball so it wouldn't hurt them. One kid from another classroom came to me on the play ground and thought Matt was my brother. I said no we aren't. But then I said hey Matt we are bros for life now.
 
     After the kids we went to Berkeley and went to the peoples park. At that park there was huge groups of homeless people. Our task for the day was to found out a need. Like we had $20 bucks as a group and we had to go talk to homeless people and see what they need. It's like giving them a present because they don't know what we are giving them. So my group (Matt Dylan Jacob and I) walked around and around. The hard thing for all of us was going up to a homeless person and asking them like questions or starting a convo. So we walked more and more then every single time we would go up to a single person like a herd of them would come. Those herds didn't look scary they were frightening. So we met up with the rest of our group. Then we walked some more. Burn those calories!!! Anyways we found a guy with a dog and 2 other guys next to him. It was the most awkward moment. We said hi and then stood there for a min. Then we left awkwardly and found a guy on a rug with his dog. His name was Ian. He was a down to earth dude. He was wherever the spirits are. But he was really cool cause he had these rocks like Amber. His rock he wants to find is the tigers eye. I don't know what that is but it sounds good. So we talked and talked then a dude came up to us and wanted food. Then he said I'm Christian and he was yelling at Mrs. Garrett because she said the Holy Spirit. It was interesting so Matt took him to get burritos. After that Ian said he could use a backpack to put his rock stuff in so we went to a store and the store owner gave us a discount. Then we gave it to him and he said he was really thankful. It put a smile on his face. Oh I forgot a part. Back it up. When we walked and walked looking for a person Matt said and I quote I'm giving you an hour to find someone and see what they need. If you do I'll go hiking mission peak with you. Really I thought nah he won't cause he's been saying that to me for years. But now he says he promises and he says I never break a promise. I hope he doesn't I been waiting a year for this!!!
That was my day today
      by:  Lucas Evans

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