I got a call from UPS letting me know to expect mail today. I mailed my visa application last Thursday after getting my biometric finger scans and digital photograph at the local application support center. I'm on my anesthesia rotation right now so I'm typically done for the day before noon. So I went home and waited for the UPS man.
Everytime I go home, I feel that I should really move back. Despite the house's rundownness and clutter, there's still a serenity to the house.
[Loud knock at the door.]
UPS man: UPS!
[I opened the door.]
UPS man: I need your signature here.
[I signed for the envelope.]
UPS man: The bank behind you just got robbed yesterday.
[I just withdrew some money there last Monday].
Me: (rolling my eyes) That's why I don't live here anymore.
I just came back to wait for the mail.
UPS man: I can't blame you.
Sometimes I think about what lead people to commit crime. It's sometimes easy to blame them if you assume that they have addictions and need to support these addictions. Some for sure are on the lazy side. What if they are trying to work but just can't make ends meet? What's their hurdle for not getting a better-paying job? How do I see myself in the future making an impact in education promotion, job creation, and community revitalization? Certainly, the impact will not be made by fleeing the 'hood.
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