Last night we went to see DC United beat New England Revolution. MoBob said he enjoyed himself and he'd like to attend other DC United matches.
I didn't have as much fun as I wanted. I kept thinking about the meltdown of the economy and its impact. What would happen to the vendors selling beer and cotton candy? Or the gentlemen in the next row who looked as if they were from Central America? Or the families seated behind us?
I can't seem to shake these overwhelming feelings of sadness.
I don't think so. I bet you weren't the only one there thinking that.
I saw a lady at the grocery store the other day who had to put a few things back so she could afford her groceries. It made me wonder how many other people are having that problem...
I had a long conversation with a friend who works at another non-profit facility serving formerly homeless disabled patients. We were both wondering when we would see the donations dry up and the gov't funding begin to shrink. Over the last five years I've been using the scalpel to make the little cuts that still allows us to keep going. Then I hear threats of a hatchet during the debate. Dark days for our most vulnerable.