I'm tired. Funny, I never realize how much something bothers me, until I start getting freaky dickie symptoms. The other day, I was complaining about feeling like ants were crawling on my lips. It's half that, half numb. Then I remembered going from funeral home to funeral home, trying to find something affordable in order to bury my mother. Yep, same symptoms. Nothing like repressed memories...
This whole mess with St. Anthony closing Marian's, has turned from something so sad, to something so ugly. Fr. Hardin, is one cold heartless fish. I don't understand his mentality. That's okay, that's between his conscience and his god.
As a result of the newspaper articles, so many people (I know this for a fact!!!) stepped up to the plate and offered to help Marian Residence (thru St. Anthony) with money. But, judging from what I read in the SF Bay Guardian, it seems like he's turned them all down. What was it he said? "Why cry wolf, if we're not in a financial crisis!" Yet, they're cutting half of the programs geared towards helping the people in that blighted area known as the Tenderlion. Including Marian Residence, knowing full well, the lack of shelters available for women in San Francisco!!!
When I first got to Marian's, there was a young woman here, who turned out to be an ex-nun. For whatever reason, that I'm not familiar with, when she left the order, she had no family support. She ended up at Marian's. Here, she finished her new vocation. She's now a Social Worker. Someone told me she works at a rape crisis center type place.
Dominoe effect. Marian's Residence helped save her life, she turns around and god knows how many lives she'll help save...
When all is said and done, I can walk away knowing that I tried my best, to help right a wrong. Sometimes, it's when you just stand around letting life happen, thats when regrets happen... :awww:
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