in whose shoes...

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Date: 25 April 2006 01:56:22

I often wonder how I would fare carrying other peoples' loads. I know many people who've told me they could never do my job. I know many of you who would have either walked out, reported or possibly even strangled some of my charges on today's shift (or many recent ones...) and though I do have the ideas, I'm still there, I'm still here, I still enjoy it and know I'm in the right job, place, time!
Would I have survived in any of their shoes though??

Something interesting happened today on the perifery of our lads acting up. I walked in on a relatively heated case of our lads winding up the neighbour lads, winding up our lads winding up... it takes 2 to tango is my fave expression here: If one shuts up the other has no option but to do likewise or be called foolish for talking to themselves. So I had a word or more with the main fuel of our crew and got told where to go. Then I called out to the neighbour lads. I think those guys must respect me for some reason and it's quite weird saying that. I hadn't quite realised until toay, but for some reason there has to be something there. I suggested to them to go inside and ignore our lads for 15 minutes or so and maybe come back out later and they took the offer up within moments and within about 2 minutes all 3 were off the wall and in and our main loudmouth had no one to goad and another 2 minutes saw him in too. It's as if the neighbours were just waiting for an excuse to go in. But then one of the girls sounded like she'd been stood out with them harping on at them to come in... And they'd ignored her and my colleagues... I have this impression that it's down to the fact that I give those lads the time of day and ask them how they are and always have. I don't know... I feel like God had a victory of peace through me this evening but that he's been working on it for ages. They'v often responded well to me before. I hope they do very often still.

I've got one more ponder for today before posting this and then I'm going to add someone else's words as a second post. I've been meaning to get everyone praying properly for ages and got way-led until now. I've mentioned Daniel before, lovely babe born with spina bifida, less complicated than it could be but still... another set of shoes... I respect and admire Col & Lyn more than I can say for their love and care as well as just loving them and Daniel to bits simply because I do.
How would I walk in their shoes?

I got scared of my shadow this evening. Well this night. Late finish again from work, problem being I had a little errand to run, and I hadn't intended to be doing it at 2340. Mostly, I'll walk anywhere at whatever time as long as I don't get a bad feeling about it? Only a couple of places creep me regardless of feeling God's protection is afforded me. Around my home are roads I walk so often they are my patch of land, land which God has made holy to Himself because my feet have trodden it. Some roads in Walsall have never felt like home. Some areas still creep me. And tonight I realised I walk just into the border of one of those areas. I prayed asking God for protection as I walked up the last couple of roads and then on the way back I asked God to reclaim that land that I've not regularly trodden in a long time. The reason I prayed again on the way down was that as I walked, a car went past and I caught a dark shadow behind me from the coner of my eye and snapped round still walking but no one was there. I can't remember the last time... I don't tend to be afraid of my shadow. Hmmm. (though I remember a friend nearly beating up another mate who'd snuck up behind us as we walked. That's years ago now.)

For Swansea people: Nina's birthday this weekend?? I think I've got the right month...

Oh, I've got the train tickets quite cheap. Coach is ok but I'd then need to change in Brum, that involves walking accross town. And it would still mean stansted express which would cost twice the price by itself and paying for the tube when we get it free with the train... 6 of 1, half dozen of the other! and on the train I get to walk around, charge my mobile if needed and drink fairtrade coffee should I like to. What hey! I like the tables too.

OHHH does any1 fancy going to see Othello on thursday in Stratford if there'r any seats left?
Another possible play is Much Ado on 15th or 16th May.
This season they'r doing to complete works and there're loads more plays. Calling all ye Shakespeare fans!