Who is your community? Perhaps it's the people you grew up with even though they do not live close. Perhaps your community consists of your fellow church goers or people you work with. Or your community consists of fellow club members or even those you share drugs with. Very rarely does it consist of members of the opposite sex or another race. Why, because you were taught to fear anyone unlike yourself. Like Uncle Gus told me one time when I was visiting him." You see this neighborhood, it looks poor. It's rich if you get to know the people. I know everyone from the black family next door to the Chicano family next to my shop and everyone who i pass in the three blocks from here to the shop. They all have the same hopes and dreams. They all have parents they love or children they hope will grow out of this neighborhood. The only reason I know these people is because I made it my business to stop and talk to them. Take them groceries when I found out they didn't have enough to eat. Get small presents when someone had a birthday. Bought flowers when a death occurred. Celebrate with, shared my thoughts and opinions with them every chance I got and more important listened to their opinions, hopes, dreams and fears. I hope you will learn to do the same."
Big Tree & Uncle Gus. 8/24/2012
Uncle Gus was Gassed in WW1 and in the Vets Bonus march on Washington where he was bayoneted. He always walked with a limp, and could not hold down a factory job so he started making custom furniture and never made much money but always had enough for his needs and a little bit extra for anyone who asked him to help out.
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