We are all special cases.
- Albert Camus, France
We went to that special place again this arvo. I was, of course, a bit nervous.
As I have mentioned previously, this was a humbling place and I met very remarkable beings that came into this world just like you and me. Yet they offered me a kind of warmth that was completely void of pretension - something that was not so common anymore in this town.
Our introduction started off slow but it grew beyond that small hall cooled down by a slow ceiling fan, into the field outside where we played basketball and soccer, all done from one old soccer ball. Shared and showed off some biking skills from donated pre-loved bicycles, kicked an offside shot into the storm drain, only to be rescued by our very popular and dashing Big Brother (smile), which then the secrets of our little heroes climbing out before, defying the house's rules and getting sin-binned, came out.
They all shared what was offered. Some still wakes up in the middle of the night crying for a place that caused them unjust pain and abuse - just because everybody longs for a place they can call home, even if it was hurtful.
When we go past the glitzy silverware, and if you pay attention to each single one, you will see clearly...
... that each one, is indeed a special one carrying a message for you.
That, itself, makes you one of them - a special one in your own special way.
