A bit of the heart and other stuff

It's almost more then I can handle.

It's only Monday, yet it feels like a Thursday or something. My clients go through so much. I feel so helpless to help them. One quit his job at the meat processing plant because his friend/co-worker was kicked by a cow and died. One is being kicked out of the house and has no place to go, no income, and a three year old boy. She is so frustrated with the struggles of making it as a new American that she actually would rather go back to Liberia where war has torn the county apart and they fear for their lives. Just trying to find jobs for them is hard enough, and they have all these other challenges as well. These people are real. They aren't just a story, they aren't strangers, they aren't lesser... they are flesh and blood, heart and soul... just like you and me. These faces and lives are burned into my memory and heart.

I just finished watching Breakfast at Tiffany's...again. I'm facinated by the way the lost, nameless girl finally lets someone love her.

I'm trying not to let this Valentines buisiness get to me. It was such a silly mess trying to find someone to take with me to the Timberwolves game for which I got 2 free tickets. Why of all days did it have to be on February 14 when all my friends are either going out with their significant other, live far far away, or are guys that I don't want to freak out. It got to be such a silly ordeal that I decided to give the tickets to my co-worker who would appreciate going to a basketball game more then I would anyway. That way I don't have to worry about the whole thing. Instead I think I will go on a "date" with Jesus. Of all people to celebrate love with, why not LOVE himself.