Old Blue was sold today. Jerry Salgo, our Transportation Director, showed it to a guy this morning and he agreed to buy it, with all its flaws and limitations. It is the end of an era. Amy Luck, who has driven Old Blue a lot in the past several years, called me up this afternoon, delighted that the guy bought it primarily to bring his dad to kidney dialysis. It seemed fitting that this old clunker still had some good work to do in its final days.
The guy's going to pay for it on Monday morning. So right now Old Blue is in our car park at the Teen Home, waiting for its new home. Considering all the repairs she has needed in recent years and the times that she failed us along the way, I was expecting to be happy to see her go. But when I pulled into the Teen Home today and saw her there, I reacted in a different way. I won't say I got weepy, or even misty-eyed, but I did reflect on the many kilometers that Old Blue gave us over the years, since we purchased it from missionary friends Howard and Marilynn Plucar. I thought about the number of staff members, kids, short termers, visitors and friends who have piled into that car over the past years. The car failed us many times, but it came through more times than that. It gave all it had for CSC, and we need to remember her for that, not for her failings in old age.
Maybe one of the reasons that I got a little bit melancholy is that one of our child care workers is planning to retire. She has worked for us for something like 27 years and she is tired out. She has held, fed, bathed and cuddled hundreds of our kids. She provided one on one care to Luke for years in his upstairs room. Now she's ready to move on, kind of like Old Blue.
Old blue has dents, engine flaws and makes some very strange noises. The turns and hill climbs that used to be simple now require a strain. I guess the truth of the matter is that I feel like Old Blue sometimes these days. Old, faded, cranky. I don't want to be that way, but after 34 years on the job I sometimes feel like I need an overhaul. I'm a lot more tired at the end of the day. Sometimes I forget things that people tell me. Running after kids is something that the old joints just don't allow. The day will come when it will be time to retire. I am a grandparental figure for the kids now instead of a parental figure. One of kids, known for her rather brutal honesty said to me the other day, "Uncle Paul, your hair is white and your teeth are yellow." Yikes. I'm Old Blue.
I hope that, like Old Blue, when my days of service to CSC are done, I can know that, in spite of some failings along the way and limitations of age at the end, I gave all I had for the ministry. That's all any of us can aspire to. It was great that, in the last month of Old Blue's service, she was used a lot, to bring kids and staff to and from summer activities. She performed well. She finished strong. Hope I can do the same!
Farewell, Old Blue. Bring that old man to his dialysis safely, like you've done for our kids and staff over the years!
The Day After Christmas At CSC
Enjoy some smiles as the kids use their new Christmas gifts!
4 Stars! (We do it right.)
We just got a letter in the mail from Charity Navigator, and we are celebrating. Charity Navigator's assessment of our integrity in finances, transparency and governance has led to a 4-star rating for the fourth year in a row! Just 9% of nonprofits can say the same.
We only do this work because people support us, and we are proud to use your money in a way that both honors God, and meets with the approval of places like Charity Navigator. Here's to four stars four times!
Wrapping Gifts
Have you guys wrapped your Christmas presents yet? Already stocked those stockings? If you haven’t, it is still two days before Christmas so you still have time.
Right now, there are 84 kids at CSC which includes our Teen Home residents. That means, we wrapped 84 gifts and stocked 84 stockings. Whew! Honestly, it is a lot of work! And I have not even mentioned shopping for these gifts yet. But when you see the beaming faces of the kids when opening their presents, it is worth all the work.
I know you are all eager to see new pictures of cute little faces at CSC—whether at Facebook or in the website. But, for this blog, let me show you cute ADULT faces. Here is a glimpse of the behind the scene of the Christmas wrapping party—we call it a party just because!
Thank you all for your generosity this past year and continued generosity even for the next year. You may not be here with us during Christmas, but know that you are one of the reasons why we see cute little beaming faces at CSC everyday! Merry Christmas!
Homework
Homework can be such a drag....even for the kids at CSC. And can I please get a refresher on genotypes? I mean really, who needs that in social work? I recently was asked, "Auntie Megan, do you know how to do this one?" A worksheet gets shoved in my face and I'm staring at a grid of four boxes with a few capitalized "A's" and a few lowercase "a's." Umm...no. I barely made it with a passing grade when I had to learn that years ago!
One night recently, when I was on duty, multiplication was a prominent feature in the homework department. I was helping one girl who was struggling with 2-digit multiplication. I actually don't think she was having that difficult of a time, but was more annoyed that she had makeup work due to missing class the day before. So 2x the homework (see what I did there?) in one evening. But together we worked through it...even after about 30 minutes of her splayed out on the floor, crying, pushing herself and her chair outside, or hiding under the table. Perseverance friends. When it was bedtime, I had to convince her to stop, put the assignment away, and that she would need to finish in the morning since she wasted time whining about her homework. I think this was just a ploy to try staying up later.
The next time I was in that house as bantay? Division here we are! This was much easier and definitely faster. Other kids occasionally have it easy and don't have homework. They tend to spend their evening hanging out, reading, or playing games. Most of the kids are pretty good about focusing, but there are still bouts of distraction and avoidance. Gotta take the good with the bad and just try to make the most of it! So here's to brushing up on my math skills and renewing my ability to find patience and negotiate!
Christmas Fun at CSC.
Nothing in the world is as much fun as Christmas at CSC. Thanks to all who help make this possible. Your gifts put smiles on many faces.