Mr. Jack was the parking lot entrance “guard” at the shelter
on Friday evenings. He got that job, one of the best ones available, after
months of successful participation in the shelter program. Every week when I
drove by the lot entrance at around 5pm, he would put his guitar down, wave
enthusiastically, pop his head out of the little office, and wish me a blessed
day. One day, I decided to walk back to his little office and chat. I learned
that he loved music, and was learning to play the guitar from a community volunteer.
From then on, we shared our favorite songs, Googled lyrics, and tried to sing
together for a few minutes every Friday. This is a song he had worked on for a while and was
excited to share.
