So I have been meaning to write since the last week in July. Totally haven't been motivated
I really did some special service for my good friend Chante. It is amazing because one was living an episode of Call the Midwife. I got to help a lady who got her tubes tied, find food, medication, and get her home. Which is nothing too extraordinary, but I didn't know her and it definitely was a experiment on how the other half lives. I got to go into her apartment in the ghetto of Atlanta (cops and firemen came while we were there and everything). Her house had been broken into or at least the window was broken, there were roaches everywhere, and at 10pm her kids were up and screaming in an ill equipped dirty home. I would have to say it was very different for me. My friend cried when we got in the car because she felt so bad for those little children. I on the other hand thought I was super blessed (which she did too), and could see a lot of love in that house. The parents had taken steps to stop having children so they could support the ones they had, and the dad had brought treats home because he was worried and thinking about them. The neighbor had shown up at 10:30 pm to see if she was alright and could do anything. It highlighted how much money and wealth can separate you from others. I know my neighbors wouldn't come to check on me. I know the ward would take a day or two if they even knew I was in the hospital. We started at 6 and ended up done past midnight. I wouldn't trade that experience for anything.
I then later helped Chante's cousin get her meds. I met her at the airport. It ended up being super inconvenient because I thought it would be easy. First I had to arrange Chante's and mine schedule to up to get the meds. Daniel kept calling me a drug mule, and I laughed. Funny thing was I forgot my parking pass and then the pill on the way to the airport. I had to meet up with Daniel to get my pass and he said I was pulling him into the trade. That and what kind of runner was I when I botched the first job. I was able to find her at the airport pretty easy too. I waited with her on her layover and talked to her she was a sweet lady and I was glad to help her out. My days as a mule will be done because that was super inconvenient.
