Brian’s house…since i was cooking for the team, I only met Brian once when he came for dinner. When we arrived in New Orleans, Brian gave our team “poetic license” as he called it. He didn’t care what we did but was anxious to have his home back. This home was Brian’s childhood home. Brian wasn’t necessarily the poorest of the poor. He could afford supplies but couldn’t afford to hire the labor and had health problems that prevented him from attempting most of the building himself.
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Brian treated our folks to South Shore Bakery donuts almost everyday. Who wouldn’t want to work at Brians?
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That's awesome Lori! I couldn't begin to imagine not having a livable home for 4 years! How soon we move our focus from those in need...makes me ashamed to think of how often I complain about little things and here this guy is so happy to be able to sleep on an airbed in his house with no water and a little electricity...makes ya think!
ReplyDeleteI cannot imagine what Brian and so many others have gone through. It's sad that it is so many years later and he still was without a home.
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