I have no idea what it meant, although I know houses represent people in dreams. I couldn't help but wonder if I was in Patrick's "house" where it needs some cleaning up and furniture. Either way, I don't know and it really doesn't matter. I made a decision this morning, after getting my first cup of java, that if charity is something I am suppose to do on a regular basis, it should start with home. Don't they say that charity begins at home anyway? I called Chuck in Jamestown at Pat's favorite grocery store, told him that he was in need of food and could I get a gc for $100. When Chuck asked me when he was coming, I said I didn't know, he needed to find a ride...Chuck said, I will call him and go get him, and take him back home. You can't imagine how touched I felt, I am nearly crying now as I write this. Random acts of kindness, maybe it is contagious. It made me even happier knowing that Patrick could take his time, not rush because someone is waiting outside to take him back home and even have some socialization. I pray that it gives him hope, that it gives him strength to keep on keeping on....I wish there was so much more I could do...I love you Patrick!
