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Thursday, February 03, 2005


Ugh. The administrative assistant here got a call on her cell this morning that her house was in flames. It burned to the ground. Her cat was in there. At least her husband and kids weren't at home, but still. They've lost everything.

I just found out someone I tried to help is now on crack, and still getting beaten regularly. She'll get an extra beating for talking to me again.

Another person I tried to help ran away from the excellent place we found for her, and is back in the city wanting more help. When I last saw her, she was 8 months pregnant, and about to pop. There was no mention of a baby when she called me, so I don't know what happened to it. I can't help her that much, because she burned her bridges with us.

Luckily, for myself, my biggest concern is what kind of treat to make Tim's cast and crew this evening in an hour before he needs them, but still. Sometimes I can't block out the world's problems.

This day weighs heavy on me.


Blogger tish said...

Ellie, it must be really tough sometimes to do what you do. I really admire it.

2:30 PM  
Blogger metrogeekboy said...

Somewhere between the fever of this world's torments and chaos, there must be a cool, calm river to rest by. There must. My faith in physics assumes this. For every force, there is a force equal and opposite. For all the hell pushing down on us, there must be a heaven pushing back.
It is the smothering of your lover, the touch of your mother's hand against your face, the way green looks in the sunlight. And it is your work. Push on sweet thing.

4:56 PM  
Blogger Meg said...

And I thought I had a bad day.
Thanks for putting things in perspective, as usual.
You always make me step back and realize how good I really have it.

5:18 AM  

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