Grady is in PADS until an apartment that will accept his section 8 opens up. He's hoping to be out by November 1. As we waited for the ID cards to be collected, he said, "You missed the fight last night."
"Oh? What was it about?"
"I dunno. I was facing the other way, eating my ice cream."
I started laughing, which made me cough and choke. There are times when funny could kill you.
My friend with the walker told me that there were a couple of fights at the First Church of Lombard on Tuesday night and that paramedics and EMT's got called out for a drunk guy.
But the pleasantries began earlier. My friend and her husband drove to the site, directed there because the guaranteed PAD site has a flight of stairs and no elevator. The first greetings included warnings that no vehicles were allowed at the site. They grew more pushy and rude as time passed.
Then when she took the dumbwaiter to the lower level, someone asked loudly, "Why does SHE get to use the dumbwaiter?" (Because she is healing from a hip replacement, needs a knee replacement ASAP and has heart probable clots in her stents.)
Will, who is in charge of the PADS sites, put it simply. Stop fussing about others and focus on you - you getting a job, an action plan to get your own place, and focus on those.
Sometimes it feels like most homeless people never got past 3rd grade, emotionally.
I got up to go to the bathroom several times last night - it felt like the DelSym was draining the liquids from me. Returning to my PAD on trip 1, I couldn't breathe. It was like my congestion had dropped and was blocking my lungs. It was kind of scary... but I've felt better since.
That's the news from the homeless in Castaldo Park, Woodridge IL.
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