The Good Samaritan

I've described this place that I live in as a secure facility better yet possibly more socially acceptable a Senior Gated Community. It's not so bad all things being equal everything you have to be careful of is that he carry your device to open the gates after 9 o'clock (and I think a little bit earlier if some of the gatekeepers have their way). We live in a rough part of town sort of. Redwood Road is a main artery on the west side. We sort of in the middle of the valley. There's a public park directly across the way from us it's a nice little park but it's public and we know that public parks this day of age, probably always, pulls in many times undesirables because they're free, often have free water and restrooms. We are adjacent to the park which makes it great for the seniors but the river definitely flows both ways. We lived behind coded doors. The exterior doors are open all the time but the access the building before seven in the morning and after 9 o'clock or so at night one must know the code to get in. If you are resident of course you must know the code are if you are a person who visits one of us apartment owners/renters then they must know the code as well. For instance, I have home health command three times a week and they all must know the code by the not getting in.

We've got warnings as far back as I can remember not to let people we do not know into the building which I guess makes sense but sometimes it's difficult when people are trying to get in and you're sitting on the other side of the door not to let them in in fact I always Let them in. I mean, they have to look pretty spooky for me not to hit the buzzer for them to access the property. I think lovely old ladies who sit out there in the lobby love to keep people on the outside, because I can't blame them, is the last vestige of power they have access to. These old ladies can be could he mean sometimes and quick to judge. This morning there is a lot of discussion about our young man loitering about our front door indicating he was waiting for one of the folks here at the apartments to come and let him in. Bill Lee said his eyes are all red like there's fire in his eyes, they just knew he was doing to probably a vapor. Then someone indicated he was actually waiting for “Kathy” a slightly endomorphic and has a little rat dog she calls Charlie. For some reason or another she was out there talking to this individual and everybody immediately assumed that he was her child are somehow attached to her child. The women were not necessarily ugly but they were a long ways from Christian for a number of members who thought they are very Christian. This social lynching went on for a good 20 minutes. I sort of hung around just to see what it would devolve into. Wasn't long before Kathy and Charlie wandered in and everyone asked about her son. Kathy looked befuddled “son?”. This was not her son she did know who it was that she was concerned about his condition and went out to see if she could be of any assistance to him. I was totally impressed here we had our own little version of The Good Samaritan.Everybody else turned him away except Kathy who had kind words and acceptance for the lad with fiery eyes. It was fun bringing this to the attention Of the Pharisees and hypocrites. It was great watching Kathy and Charlie waddled back towards the back door to where the dumpster is an overall the smokers hang out oblivious to everything which you been going on…