Another reason to decrease the amount of car gasoline and other fuels/oils that you use: 25 % of America's oil comes from off-shore Louisiana oil rigs (of which they get no taxes--it goes entirely to the federal goverment--and therefore are the 2nd-poorest state in the US, Mississippi being poorest).
Glenn, a seven-year-old at Art Camp, in the feature of my thoughts today. I spent seven hours, rotating through five hour-long crafts activities with the Blue Group. I only felt really needed in a couple of the classes, but in the other 3 I surely made use of my presence. I basically took to one-on-one mentoring Glenn, talking with him, asking him what he thought, trying to convey the concepts that he just didn't understand, or give him a task that he could understand.
The most shocking moment was when Glenn's father arrived to pick him up--late. With all do respect to the family, the child froze (with a smile on his face, but didn't seem to know to move his legs). A split second earlier, this seemingly nerdy, quiet, somewhat spacey child has been loose and moving around and tossing the frisbee with me (he has a great throw for a 7 year old!). I can't help but think of the book Dibs In Search of Self by Virginia M. Axline. This book is about a child who is diagnosed as probably autistic, but as the author-psychologist works with the child and grows his confidence, she determines that, frankly, the parents do not act as if they love their child. I hope someone loves Glenn.
At dinner, which we have every night at Hands On Base with most everyone living there, short-termers, medium-termers, and long-termers alike. At the end of announcements, we recognize folks that are leaving. Tonight, a young man named George was departing. He has been here for 8 months, and without question he has impacted many souls. I feel--honored?-- that I was able to witness the careful words and articulated emotions conveying love, compassion, thanks, and awe to this young architect/builder. There are so many wonderful people in this big, bad world, and I appreciate the opportunity to have even a little bit of their time (even though I never knew George, and I only got to hear stories about him).
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