Yesterday was a Lincoln Medical day. Papa and I didn’t have anything going so we went and worked in the clothing room for a couple hours. The job consists of going through bags of donated clothing. We hang up what they will use at the hospital, for those that all their clothes went in the trash when they came in. Then we bag up all the “Fancy” clothes and that is taken somewhere that is available for ones needing nice clothes say, for an interview.

For lunch we ate in the Tower Cafe. HR gives us each a $10 voucher. We had never eaten there before but it was good. Cade and Nick joined us with pizza from somewhere up the street.

At 1:00 we meet by the Chapel to go sing. As I was waiting I overheard a conversation in the hallway. The doctor was reporting to the 2 Philipino ladies. Conversation went something like this, ladies, ” Will he be able to swallow? “Doc, ” Maybe” and the ladies had more questions and soon the Doc was saying no and he was sorry. It was sounding grim to me. As the doc left them they broke down and were so very sad. I stepped up and offered a hug and told them I was sorry. They told me it was a brother and he had been hit by a truck. I told them I would pray for them all….

We went to 8th floor to sing and lucky day, the lunch cart lady that likes to listen to the singing and even sings along was there! One of the first rooms we asked at he said no. She said, “He doesn’t know what he is missing!” We were followed by someone for a while, and I soon realized he was a patient. I asked him if we could help him and that we were singing, shall we sing for you? Yes, he was depressed, said his girlfriend left him. He had a bad blackeye and I had thoughts like, you may be lucky she left….

We find another room where the visitors say yes please sing. She comes over and blesses us all heartily. Makes us feel like this is worthwhile. At the end of the hall we are singing “Sweet Hour of Prayer” and our favorite nurse steps up and joins in the singing. We tell her we are done that was the last song. Oh no she says so we sing Amazing Grace with her. She had pulled me aside one day and ask me to pray for her because she was worried her cancer was back. Also to ask Miss Anne to pray.

The guys went on up to 9th floor to have the new guy (Layne Unruh) meet Damaris and Miss Taylor.

I am heading home and a Hispanic man stops me. “DO you work here?” “No just volunteer.” Well, he wonders if I would recommend Lincoln… Now that gives me lots of thoughts. At our table here we speak of it often, never take me to Lincoln or if someone acting up, the threat we will take you to Lincoln! So what shall I tell him? No other options? Nope. Well, I tell him he should pray, and I would and surely, he would be fine… He is needing a hernia surgery.

As I turn up our street, the gentleman who is always out exchanges “Hellos” with me. Also a “you be alright now” wish.

Just about to our steps and I hear someone running and I think I maybe heard someone say Mama…I turn around and here are 4 red shirt boys and the junior hurrying to unlock and open the door for me… I tell you life is sure full and interesting.