Hon, my refuges came and my heart was broken for them. Then guess what!! My refugee father was a personal injury lawyer,,I kid you not. Sometimes the quality of mercy is strained.
But the odd thing is that we talked alot. I would get home and he would be sitting outside watching his children play ball {I loved having those kids around} and we would chat. He was just devastated,,his office was flooded, he had left files on the floor all around, all got ruined. And he didn't have computer back up. But we talked and got to be friends. I actuallly liked him and his wife. And his cat was fabulous! They left last week and we have new ones coming next week. We had an engineer in a spare bedroom coming and going,,he was great, clean and neat and sort of interesting.