In the Warehouse We arrived in Pascagoula last night. I was not sure what to expect on our way down. I thought we would be staying with church members. Where we were staying was quite a shock! The preacher called it a warehouse (I found out later that the reason it was called a warehouse is because a bunch of donations were stored in the rest of the building). It is a three room bulding with bunk beds and very dirty, probably from all the workers staying there.
Last night we also met one of the carpentars that we would be working with. I can't remember his name (it's James) but I do remember his story. He came down here 2 months ago, got attached to the place and is now living in the church building. He was hit by a truck while on the job and he is currently working with his lawyers to get workmans comp for all the time that he was not able to work and his current condition. He wants to stay and work for about three more years. He was also recently baptized and he asked the preacher why he had to put on a body bag (the baptismal clothes). Did I mention he was from Michigan? He has that nazily Michigan tone.
Also, when we arrived there was another group staying in the "warehouse" from Wichita Falls, Texas. They are leaving this morning and we will then have the one shower and two toilets to ourselves.
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