Just thinking about how sweet times were. We spent quality time whenever together. In retrospect, loving relationships are usually not so positive as ours was.
Sure times were tough but together it didn’t seem to mind us. Both extroverts, we didn’t lose sight and one-on-one connection we had. There were so many things to enjoy. Even the mundane was joyful.
What made my last love wonderful is that we both loved God. With none of my past romantic relationships was this so true. Sundays we were happy to explore different Christian worship and Bible study services together.
Given our common interests and times we spent, it is hard to believe we have not seen or spoken for more than a year. The miles and circumstances have kept us apart.
I thought a reunion was iniment after she got out of prison. I was thinking that she wanted to build back her self-esteem before living together as we had planned. I was willing to wait.
Now we have missed spending a Christmas, birthdays, and Mothers’ Day together. We still have our memories when meeting in the Rocky Mountains. Thus my hope has waned. Yet my love remains.
My last love. I understand how other people who might have spent decades married cannot form another loving relationship. While never married I feel like I was fully committed.
What a “sap”. I still carry around the letters, the last ones written last September 2015, she sent me from prison in Northern Nevada.
Fortunately, she was released early. She never should have been incarcerated but perhaps you have seen how determined insurance company lawyers can be. Her crime was to take her elderly mother’s car, without asking permission, across state lines into California and totaling the sedan. Mom was too upset to halt the legal proceedings. I have seven month of love letters sent from prison to prove it. A good prisoner she was. Quickly becoming a trustee helping to prepare meals for about 55 fellow prisoners.
When you read this, perhaps God, you will urge her to get in touch with me, soon.
I am warm inside a bed and breakfast close to downtown Glenwood Springs, Colorado. My friends who I have met in the regional homeless community are either staying in the basement of a Christian church in West Glenwood or in the basement of a Catholic church in Aspen. Each overnight program has many more than 20 participants. This does not include the multitude of families and children who locally receive food assistance. Dozens of other homeless people are ‘camping out’ even though the location they end up sleeping at may be a criminal defense.
In “Glentucky” alone, over 60 adults attended tonight’s Extended Table dinner hour in the basement of the First Methodist Church Tonight it was hosted by St. Mary of the Star Roman Catholic Church of Carbondale, Colorado, which is located about 15 miles south of Glenwood Springs and 25 miles north of Aspen. In Garfield County, there are four towns that serve some evening hot meals. Glenwood Springs and Aspen have daytime shelters for homeless and disadvantaged adults.
I will write more about how it was living almost seven consecutive months in this region of the United States of America. Right now I have to resume my packing… the next freight train going west leaves Glentucky about Noon.
P. S. On 12/31/14, I left a Janzsport backpack in the 1st Methodist Church basement dining room. It had a smartphone, 15 year old address book, passport, banking documents, and other personal effects. I never saw it again.
I tried to contact the church and the town’s homeless daycare center… no luck.
So hard, if not impossible to replace stuff like that.
Less than a week later, I got off the Amtrak train ill. Went to a hospital in Reno.
A day after that, my wallet was pickpocketed across from Harrah’s Casino on Reno’s Virginia Street. [needless to say, in retrospect 2015 sucked!]
Honestly, Reno Nevada = the worst city in the USA to be homeless!
The late winter period in Reno was close to hell on earth. The city has a terrific ghetto that includes three dining rooms and three shelters on Record Street.
During his nine and a half months of homelessness, by faith and Christian practice he has survived. Fortitude, prayer, and attempting to live like a saint was difficult. How in the world did he make it through it all? By dealing with chronic illnesses, mental anguish, sleep apnea, physical pain, and keeping God first in his life.
Similarly to his patron saint, St. Francis of Assisi, he lived an austere life among the poor and homeless. It seemed appropriate that he not resort to begging or complaining; but be humble and grateful for the regular hot meals offered five times a week by the Extended Table at the Methodist Church and daytime support of the Feed My Sheep ministry.
He came to Garfield County seeking help from emergency rooms. Within eight hours after getting off the eastbound train, he was seen at Valley View Hospital. After three consecutive nightly visits, he was ordered not to come back or the local police would arrest him for trespassing.
In two months, he was more than 15 pounds underweight!
Similarly to the life of St. Francis, he did not care for his health like he should. Food was regularly eaten that caused gastrointestinal problems and often stomach aches.
His weight dropped to the lowest it has been since high school. In March 2015, he weighed only 162 pounds (in 2004 his weight was 335 lbs.).
David remembers sleeping under the stars and waking up several times many nights. His exposed ribs were so sore on the left side for lying on top of them on the hillside.
You might think that he had nowhere to turn; the priests of St. Stephens were there for counseling and celebrating mass every day.
He did not complain, prayed to stay in a constant state of gratitude, helping those disadvantaged, keeping out of harm’s way, denying himself eyeglasses, clothing, dental care, and footwear that he needed, making do with what he had, saving money from his monthly Social Security check, searching for affordable housing, and keeping a positive attitude.
Psalm 142 demonstrates the petitioner’s trust in God:
1 I cry aloud to the LORD; I lift up my voice to the LORD for mercy.
2 I pour out my complaint before him; before him I tell my trouble.
3 When my spirit grows faint within me, it is you who know my way. In the path where I walk men have hidden a snare for me.
4 Look to my right and see; no one is concerned for me. I have no refuge; no one cares for my life.
5 I cry to you, O LORD; I say, “You are my refuge, my portion in the land of the living.”
6 Listen to my cry, for I am in desperate need; rescue me from those who pursue me, for they are too strong for me.
7 Set me free from my prison, that I may praise your name. Then the righteous will gather about me because of your goodness to me
It was in June that he got off the eastbound California Zephyr with health problems. He has remained in town getting good medical help. Recently, he was diagnosed with three cavities. When you are homeless, you don’t have much control over what is available to eat. Dental hygiene suffers, too.
One morning he awoke soaked by a hard and heavy falling nocturnal rain. He had attempted to sleep inside two trash bags that night on Lookout Mountain. Shaking uncontrollably, David was able to walk back at daybreak into town with his wet sleeping bag and suitcase and backpack filled with rain-saturated clothing.
This was not his low point.
One day, the GSPD woke him up at 2:20 a.m. in front of St. Stephens Catholic Church and threw him in jail. It seems like by being homeless in Glenwood Springs, he was also a criminal. That 16-hour Friday (August First) stay in County Jail was very painful. His jailers would not offer him any of his prescription medicine. So painful and disoriented, he lost all track of time and laid in the cell cold with chronic back and gastrointestinal distress.
By the grace of God, a municipal judge opened court on a Friday afternoon and arranged for bail on his own reconnaissance. Thus he would not have to spend the entire weekend in lockup.
The local police department had been bird-dogging his homeless activities since the second day he was in Glenwood Springs. Near the Phillips 66 station, he was stopped while walking by. He was questioned and the police officer took his photograph – no crime had been committed, though.
He first came to Catholic Charities of the Archdiocese of Denver on June 24. On October 2, he returned and received three bags and one box of groceries from Lift Up.
In the 15 weeks of homelessness, he survived:
waves of bugs and insects,
hunger and thirst,
getting run over by trucks that could not have been seen,
cold night temperatures,
getting shot by a waitress at a Rifle restaurant,
falling off a cliff while sleepwalking,
ill-prepared food and dysentery,
misplaced anger and violence,
the municipal judicial system,
unreliable public transportation,
being thrown out of the emergency room,
allergy reactions and anaphylactic shock,
running out of medicine,
or being swept downstream in the rapidly flowing river.
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Dateline: December 21, 2014 (official Winter Soltice)
The City of Glenwood Springs, Colorado
Why or why does the Street Maintenance Department keep making the same mistakes and operate like we are living in the 20th Century?!?
In addition to human health and safety, practical improvements can be made immediately to improve snow and ice removal on Glenwood Springs’ roads and walkways. I am miffed that NO effort was made to plow the River Walk between the Roaring Fork River and Doc Holliday’s grave.
To describe the pedestrian walking conditions within the City of Glenwood Springs as treacherous would be an understatement. Folks who have lived through many winters here have told me that snow removal has never been better in town and often is terrible.
I would like to mention concern about the quality of the surface waters passing through town. The routine practice of spreading large amounts of salt and silt on city roads jeopardizes the Colorado River, which supplies drinking water source for as far as Southern California.
This is nothing new but there are more environmentally-friendly ‘ice melt’ products readily available: Blue or green ice melt mixtures. Just take a look at what one property owner used along the 1000 block of Grand Avenue on the first afternoon of last week’s snow storm.
Much like Nevada and California do around Lake Tahoe, our city should adopt some of their ice and snow removal procedures (use of non-contaminated dirt and salt-alternatives) to facilitate the water quality, clarity, and non-hazardous conditions of the Colorado River.
By monitoring weather forecasts, the Street Department can better manage getting plows out at the first sign of snow, avoid driving idle (plow not lowered while driving), not creating melting snow conditions into water that can freeze late in the afternoon and at night (leaving more difficult ice removal and driving and walking hazards the next morning, particularly during commute hours)
No sympathies are being solicited but perhaps you have some empathy for this writer because he is disabled with no benefits from RFTA’s Traveler transport services.