The Saddest Thing

Standing outside of the Iron Hill business building today, in the cold, dreary rain, something struck me. Not literally mind you, but figuratively.1

There I stood in my "Country-Club Casual" attire (as MBNA referred to it) amidst a group of other people. They were young and old, black and white, men and women, blue and white collar, who were all looking for a job. God has been answering my prayers to see people as more than just strangers of late, and I began to wonder about their families, their stories of unemployment, and journey that took them to the same parking lot that I was standing in.2

Surprisingly, even to myself, I took leadership of the group even if it was for only a short time, all of these people listened to me. Me, June R., a 20 year old who rides the bus to attend community college.3

Though it was brief, we all shared a camaraderie and encouraged each other in the search.4

It was the saddest thing to see such a bleak picture of the economy. A group of people at a loss of what to do and yet trying to hold onto a glimmer of hope and determination in their resolve.5

People cursed, people cried, people laughed.6

I overheard to black men saying, "Dey always says a black man can't get a job, and look at us, we po' sons of bitches are out here lookin' for a job and we is still provin' dem right."7

Pray for these people. Pray for this economy. Today, I was reminded of how tremendously important our prayers are for such a time as this.8

God Bless America.