My first full week as a janitor began Monday. I’m four days in, and actually, I’m doing okay. I feel tired as hell, but I can physically do the work. I’ve been working hard, sweeping and mopping until my hands are red and my legs turn to jelly. I work close to eight hours a day, but I keep plugging along.
The guy I’m shadowing doesn’t exactly have an amazing sense of humor, but he’s an honest man. Today, for the first time, he said I was doing a good job. That made me feel really great. It’s been difficult to do this kind of labor being about 300 pounds and having two screws in my foot, but getting some recognition, however modest, is progress in my book.
Also good news is the development of getting to know a few fellow Christians up here. We even started a men’s group, which has done wonders for my mental well-being on this godforsaken mountain. I also switched rooms with one of the guys from the group, and we get along pretty well.
I believe God has plans for me. I want to become a witness for Jesus Christ, to be a “fisher of men.” The only way to do that is to move forward, even if it is slowly. I will make something of my life.