Every time I read a book that deals with intense poverty I am always reminded of how fortunate I am. While I am nowhere near as well as off as most people, compared the McCourts in “Angela’s Ashes”, or the Nolans in “A Tree Grows in Brooklyn” I am rich.
If I am hungry, I can go to the kitchen and make something or run downstairs to Taco Bell and grab a couple tacos. I do not freeze in the winter. My clothes are clean and free from rips or tears. If I don’t feel well I can see a doctor or take some medicine and be fine again. I take all of these things for granted.
When I read books like this, I always take a moment to be grateful for what I have.
I think you're ignoring the obvious solution: your hotel is overrun by sneaky hobos. Of course they'd do things like slam doors, push people over, and have peg legs. It's what they do! It's all part-and-parcel of the hobo lifestyle. In fact, line 6 of the Hobo Creed says, "Strive to have a peg-leg."
I love the phrase, "part and parcel." I will strive to use it more.
Ack! I can't wait until I have time to visit Chicago and go ghost-hunting with you!
isn't it ironice… without that "e"… that you keep hearing story after story about these ghosts — yet everytime you've gone to these haunted places for yourself, nothing happens whatsoever?
i think perhaps certain people are more susceptible to the supernatural than others. like, perhaps, the "ghosts" can feel your "christian aura" if you will, and so they stay away from you. or something like that. lol.
HEY! THAT'S IT! it's a christian litmus test!! "Wondering if you or a friend is a true christian? Bring them on over to the congress plaza hotel to find out!!"