In my desperate attempt to find employment, I sent out an email. It was a fairly mass email - it included everyone who has been in or involved with our parish choir since the invention of email. Well, not quite, but almost. It was, more or less, a "take pity on me and hire me" type of email. In it I offered to babysit, house sit, clean, do office work, food and bev work, sewing, etc. And in two days, I've heard two things! Within a half an hour of sending it out, I heard from a woman who owns a company who can potentially give me work and from a retired general who needs his garage cleaned. I haven't heard from the lady again, but I just got back after three hours of manual labor. It felt good, especially after I was given some money. I go back tomorrow to plow through more junk. (I would just like to take this time to note that I am eternally grateful that I am NOT a pack-rat. I mercilessly throw things away) And then, on Saturday, my music teacher has hired me and several other of her students to paint the interior of her house. In addition to all of this, a friend of a friend needs some alterations done. Between all of these things, I should be able to put some decent money in the bank!
The other response I got from the email was not quite as happy. The man, a retired Admiral, isn't able to give me any work, but he offered his prayers. (I wonder - he was the team leader of the Blue Angels at one point - do angel's prayers count more? ;-)) Then he mentioned that he knew Dr. Dillon. They were friends and had gone to seminary together. He asked that I say hello to him from him. It almost made me cry to do it, but I had to respond that Dr. Dillon had passed away. I was able to send him a link containing information about the accident and such, but I hated to tell him that way. Dr. Dillon touched so many people... more people than he probably ever imagined when he was alive. I guess he knows now, though...
