The House of Isaiah
So tonight i have the wonderful privilege of venturing fourth into the great unknowns of Santa Ana... well, actually where i happened to be was greatly known [at least by those who already know about it]
It was a little place that most people call, "Isaiah's House"
Isaiah's House is a community house [homeless shelter] where a bunch of kids and parents go to live while they work on finding a job, place, etc.
I decided to piece together some of the best highlights of conversation that was both participated in and eavesdropped by myself... here they are.
[ two mothers giving parental guidance to their 11 or 12ish year old daughter ]
"You know what baby, it really doesn't matter how big or small your boobs are - you just gotta know how to own them and work with what you got."
editors notes: funny... if only they had replaced the boob part with something a little more worthwhile - they could have really spoken some great hope into this girls life. All she has now is a new sense of affirmation for her underdeveloped breast tissue.
[ Rachael teaching kids how to play duck, duck, goose ]
Rachael -"Oh - he beat you back to your spot. Now you have to go in the mosh pit."
David - "You mean the mush pot?"
Rachael - "Oh yeah - whatever..."
a few moments later...
Rachael - "And this his how I jigallo, jigallo, jigallo."
David - "Uhm... Rach - I'm pretty sure you are singing that song wrong, because I am pretty sure that a jigallo is a slang term for a male prostitute"
Rachael - "Oh. Jigallo - bungalow... whatever."
[ On a more positive note - Dora, a newly arrived 19 year old with a pretty crazy life. To much to write it all - but this was by far the best part ]
"Yeah - they have all these statistics saying that some people just get stuck in the stream of poverty and never really get out - and that 95 percent of homeless teens never graduate college. Well you know what... I am not gonna be another number in the majority. I am gonna be the five percent - I am a bunch of classes right now and working myself really hard, but I will graduate from college. I won't just be another number."
You must be the change you wish to see in the world.
~ Gandhi
"You know what baby, it really doesn't matter how big or small your boobs are - you just gotta know how to own them and work with what you got."
editors notes: funny... if only they had replaced the boob part with something a little more worthwhile - they could have really spoken some great hope into this girls life. All she has now is a new sense of affirmation for her underdeveloped breast tissue.
[ Rachael teaching kids how to play duck, duck, goose ]
Rachael -"Oh - he beat you back to your spot. Now you have to go in the mosh pit."
David - "You mean the mush pot?"
Rachael - "Oh yeah - whatever..."
a few moments later...
Rachael - "And this his how I jigallo, jigallo, jigallo."
David - "Uhm... Rach - I'm pretty sure you are singing that song wrong, because I am pretty sure that a jigallo is a slang term for a male prostitute"
Rachael - "Oh. Jigallo - bungalow... whatever."
[ On a more positive note - Dora, a newly arrived 19 year old with a pretty crazy life. To much to write it all - but this was by far the best part ]
"Yeah - they have all these statistics saying that some people just get stuck in the stream of poverty and never really get out - and that 95 percent of homeless teens never graduate college. Well you know what... I am not gonna be another number in the majority. I am gonna be the five percent - I am a bunch of classes right now and working myself really hard, but I will graduate from college. I won't just be another number."
You must be the change you wish to see in the world.~ Gandhi
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4 comments:
i love love love it!!!
and those bits of other convos are hilarious!!!
i was gonna write something about DUUUUUUUDE and 'poopsages...' but i decided to save it for another time
ahhhh im laughing so hard...i'm pretty sure that homeless or not, all moms give the exact same advice to 11 or 12 year old girls.
too much information? too late.
Keep it up. You're cool.
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