My brother and I eat lunch together a couple times a week. Yesterday we thought it would be fun to see where our GPS took us for lunch. We ended up at a place called, Jr's Sandwich Shop, right off of Phillips. When we pulled up it was next to a pay by the hour hotel. The hotel attendant gave us the stink eye as we parked the car. Staying true to our pledge, we entered Jr's restaurant. When we walked into this place, it had forty ounce beverages, dish-washing detergent, and other misc. items in their glass fridge. The cook/waitress was surprised to see us, as we were the only people in the resturant for the entire hour. As we sat down, the napkin holder was a billboard for HIV awareness, complete with pamphlets on sexual abstinence. It didn't exactly create an atmosphere for a fun lunch. I found myself analyzing my life choices. This waitress was a hard worker, and she really proud of the food she made us. To be honest, it wasn't that great, but I admired her strength. It cant be easy, or safe to work where she does. She is a bit of hope to a dark area of town. I forget how rough most peoples lives are when I'm absorbed with whats going on with me. Jr's shop was a little reminder of what real struggle is. I couldn't help, but think of at least ten issues people right around us were dealing with when I sat down to eat. Right out of the window you can watch drug deals, prostitution, poverty, alcoholism, and HIV destroy this stretch of space. Then, I couldn't help but think of the solution. Only God can restore our city. I know him, and he has restored my life. What does that mean?
