I've been so spoiled; I hear it's rained almost every day back in Massachusetts. Even so, I really hate the rain generally-- gray skies make me sad and the barometer screws with my sinuses and makes my throat and head hurt. As New Orleans is, however, each enormous burst of rain was surrounded with a beautiful explosion of sunshine. Realizations like those make me think that I could someday call this place home.
Yesterday, we got a call from Son Servants, a mission organization (which is probably made obvious by the Jesus-centric name) who planned on sending us thirty-three volunteers. Unfortunately, this call was to explain that the group which was supposedly coming next week was actually coming today. Fortunately, this worked out beautifully. Half of the group headed out drywall the house of a favorite client of mine. The other went on to rip up flooring in one of the most damaged houses I've seen in a while.
The kids, who were in middle school, shocked me. They were remarkably mature, interested, and enthusiastic; they asked fantastic questions. I realized that I'd underestimated them based purely on their age-- and then realized that I'd always wished people would take me more seriously at that age (as I still wish people would take me more seriously at 19). Overall, working with them today was a great experience, and I'm unspeakably excited to continue working with Son Servants all week.
The day ended with me taking care of an adorable two-year-old named Apple while her mother and father planned a small business establishment with one of our case managers. This went very well until she dumped an entire cup of water on both of us while she was sitting in my lap.
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