WWJND

I am still fretting about Don Juan out in the hall an all the blessing I could have reaped over the Christmas season, just past. Not that I am an opportunist, which I guess I probably am but now the Christmas season is past Don Juan hasn’t. He’s still out in the hallway just on the other side of the door leading into our office. Don Juan is out there everyday like clockwork, like a job. He is a greeter, he comes up to everyone and smiles, says a few words , in some cases shakes their hands and he even may hand them something. Keep in mind these people, Don Juan is “greeting”, are folks in line to the Mexican Consulate. Don Juan works the crowd like a pro. Today was a good day. I noticed that his odor was not nearly as strong as it has been. Staff here at my office think he is homeless and living at the men’s shelter a couple of block from out building. It is common knowledge the local men’s shelter turns all it’s guests out every morning at 7:00or 8:00 a.m. and their not allowed back until later afternoon, the idea being these guys or either out looking for work or actually working and the poor souls who are not working or actively looking for work must then wander the streets until they an get back into the shelter. In good weather these souls have congregated in the park, close by but when the weather turns foul and the temperature dives to deadly realms these poor souls must a means of survival. Somewhere along the way Don Juan has found out building. I have noticed the last two days a couple of other Hispanic males, who don’t look as good as Don Juan but seem committed to our building. FNG(Frank the New Guy) says these guys sometimes sleep in the stairwells of our building; these stair wells are not heated but better then being out in the snow for six to eight hours.

OK so, what can I do—when the good Samaritan picked up the robbed and stripped guy and carried him to inn and set him up until he as OK. The Samaritan did not seem to care if the was a habitual looser getting drunk and beat up time after time like helping Don Juan by giving him $5.00 and Don making a bee line to the 711m for Smokes and the State glass house for a fifth of hooch. What would Jesus do then—how many times would he give Don Juan a fiver, a job, maybe even a blanket and a bar of soap. How do I approach Don Juan I am pretty sure he barely understands English but I get the sense that he likes me. He always greets me and tries to find things he thinks he can do for me—what if I give him a five and old coot “adopts” me wanting to sleep under my desk like a service animal.—wow!!! What an idea, what if I would get Don Juan a green card then have him be my service animal(that really sounds cold)…really WWJND( what would jeasus NOT do)