I went to an event this morning with my friend and my dad to pick up garbage along the Connecticut River. I filled nearly an entire bag with just food wrappers and cigarette butts before I even made it to the river.
I think about all the times I’ve done things like this. I don’t think I have ever convinced Jack to wake up early on a Saturday for something like that.
I thought a lot about service work. One of the 3 pillars of the program. It’s hard to convince people to do things that will get them no recognition or thanks.
It’s hard not to hate myself. Should I have told him he was working a shit program when he kept refusing menial service positions? When he disagreed with the idea to recover that he had to be truly vulnerable?
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