Ironic

Last week on my day off I took Boo to his lawyers office downtown.  When I went to pick him up I asked him what the address was and he said it is at 11th and Grand.  I asked what the number was and once again he said 11th and Grand.  I informed him that there were 4 corners at this location with highrise buildings and he said it would be no problem.  I parked  just before 11th and Boo jumped out and immediately started asking people if they knew where his lawyer was.  I was digging for change for the meter and listening.  It was kinda funny.  I finally got out and raced down to the first high rise and checked the directory and his lawyer was on the 6th floor.  I went back out and by this time he was finally to the door and we got on the elevator.  When we got to the 6th floor it wouldn’t open.  So we went back down to see if there was a phone.  There was a guard and he said his lawyer was down the street.  We found the building and we got on the elevator and when we got to the floor I handed him his paperwork and told him he was on his own.  I would be in the lobby.   I’m sitting in this nice lobby wondering how he was doing when in the door comes a delivery man with one leg and a proshetic.   He was carrying a big box and though he didn’t look like Mr Happy, he was pressing on.  Some times when I look at Boo and his alcoholism and 2 toes missing form frost bite and many other ailments brought on by years of neglect and then see another person enduring and pressing on, it seems so ironic.  But then I remember back to what God called me to do with Boo in the first place.  He told me to be a friend to Boo.  Sometimes I lose sight of that and become rather judgemental.  I have alot to learn.  Remember, God is still so good.  i

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