Bad day in Beaumont

Well...it's like this: I had a bad day Sunday.

We were working a trailer park, a big one, in Beaumont. This wasn't a "Manufactured Home Community," this was a trailer park. The trailers there were crappy before the storm. These were held together with bailing wire and bad luck.

I felt that the only way the people in this park were going to be reached by our programs was to knock on the doors and tell them how to get help. So we went. Thomas and I did about half the park and did great. We even did well with the 50 percent of people who didn't 'habla Ingles' (I have GOT to get some language skills). Then another team joined us after lunch and we started in on the other half.

Things were going fine until we knocked on the crazy guy's trailer.

"I have a shotgun...step away from the trailer" he says. I started jogging and waved my teammates back to the car.

BOOM!

The cops claim that it was just him kicking his door open...I say bullshit. I know a 20 gauge when I hear it. So did the neighbors who were running with us.

After further analysis, I am most upset about the fact that this one crackpot caused a bunch of people who need help to not get it because our bosses are freaked out and won't let us back in the area.

Don't tell my wife...she'd freak. ;-)