I heard this story years ago:
A convent of long ago had been broken into several times, so the Mother Superior gathered all the sisters and told them, 'From now on the gate to the convent is to be bolted from midnight until 6am, without fail. No one is to be allowed to enter when the gate is bolted, no matter what, no matter who.' Some months later the Mother Superior was called out one afternoon on an urgent errand of mercy. She was kept very, very late. On her way back to the convent it began to storm, a horrible storm. She arrived after midnight, and dutifully, she was not allowed in. So she circled the walls of this convent hoping to find an open window or side door. The storm got worse, the rain poured, the wind howled, a branch knocked her over flat on her back in a huge puddle, she was dreanched, covered in mud.... She looked up into the sky and said, "Lord, now I understand. You are sooooooo harsh on those who truly try to serve Your Will, it is no wonder that you have so few true followers."
Not inappropriately all the 250 men over 50 on my floor were called to a meeting yesterday on the floor: "Unless you have a plan to get out of here, case worker, housing plan being pursued... that you show us in writing, within the month, you will be put out of here, immediately."
I have no plan, nor will I, because I refuse to play this game of western culture Musical Chairs / Hunger Games... any longer. For 7 years or so now I've lived my vow of donating EVERY breath, EVERY dollar, to the neediest of my human family, as I could reach... and that is not going to change. I've just come back from an attempt to inform the social worker of this, to find out how quickly he wants me out. He was not in.
Back to work.
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