Good Mornin’ Y’all! Up and caffienatin’ early so I can do this. YAWN 'Tis 67 Amurrkin out and cloudy with a predicted high of 71 for the day. Rain shall also descend upon us at some point later in the day. So, here it is, a brand new, shiny MMP!
As y’all know, it is my custom to betake myself to good ol’ St. Pat’s Episcopal Churh on Sunday mornin’s to get my Whiskypalian on. Yestiddy was no different. Except it was. I got called out during YP’s sermon! It’s not as bad as y’all might think. I’ve always said I’d probably get called out one day for my heathen ways and used as an example of what not to do. Alas, this was not to be.
YP was talkin’ about how sometimes it seems we get put in the right place at the right time to help those in need. He then went on to give an example of this from our last men’s night over to the church house, which, as y’all know is sump’n I truly enjoy doin’. Ok, I was there at men’s night early to do set up as is my usual thing. The phone rings and I answer. It was a call from a woman whose husband had lost his job a couple of weeks ago and they could no longer stay where they had been stayin’ as they paid rent week by week and couldn’t affort that any longer. They had other arrangements but for this one night would need a place to stay. She also has two young kids. I asked for her name and a number I could contact her, explainin’ that YP would be there shortly and I would fill him in and get him to call her to see what we could do. I also assured her that we would do everything possible to make sure they had a place for the night. She called back a few minutes later to tell me she wouldn’t be at the number she called from very long but would call back around six thirty if that was ok. I told her to please call as I wanted to make sure her family and her had a place to stay for the night. YP showed up shortly thereafter and I filled him in on the details. She called back and I answered the phone. YP talked to her and came back to the group asking if we could take the money we throw in to the pot tonight and help the family out. Of course, everybody readily agreed. Now usually everybody throws in a couple bucks to take care of the “fixin’s” that go along with the steak, meanin’ sallit, N.O.T., bizkits and whatever else. That night people were chippin’ in three, four, and five dollars. Heck, the guy who had bought all the fixin’s and is reimbursed for that even said he would not take any money until he was sure we had enough to put these folks up for the night. So, money got collected and a call made to a place to put ‘em up for the night. The place is right on my way home from the church house so I told YP I’d take the money over and pay and make sure the family got a room. It’s a motel, not fancy, but not sleazey either. Thus, my name got mentioned along with the guy who wouldn’t take money for buyin’ the steak night fixin’s durin’ YP’s sermon today. Cool huh? The way I see this is everybody there that night is a hero in this story because without even thinkin’ about it every man there ponied up extra bucks to take care of that family for the night. YP did a follow-up on them, btw and the husband found construction work (what he was doin’ before) and they are now back in a place of their own, so yay for that.
So that’s my story and the OP.
Let the hijacks begin!
Happy Moanday Y’all!