Phillip, I appreciate your efforts and I commend you on what you are doing as the administratory, too.
Sometimes, I feel like a homeless man who ended up in a shelter and did not know what the rules for staying were and I had to go back one or two more night stays to learn more what was expected of me, too.
Oh, I was really homeless in March and April 1994. While I only spent 5 nights in a parachurch mission here in Tulsa, a friend got it set up so that I could stay in a half-way house for those with addictive behaviors. My friend was a drug rehab counselor with the Indian Clinic but he knew that I did not have any addictions and because he and his cousin, the pastor the church I attended, knew that I was also gay and had been through the loss of my father a couple of weeks before, they decided to find me a place close to downtown where I could get the services I needed.
I didn't have to write all of that; but, I just wanted to share it with you and the moderators who have also posted here, too. I appreciate their work, too.
So, in my country ways, I say, "A tip o' the Shady Brady t' ya!" (A Shady Brady is a flexible Western straw hat that can be reshaped to the whim of the cowboy who wears it.)