Anyway, while in church, I got a little self-absorbed about my past in comparison with these church-goers. Then I figured that some of these people are no better than I. Some probably would think I was a christian in comparison, while others would burn me at the stake. It was difficult to sing along to hyms that I wasn't familiar with, but my mom and brother weren't singing either. Just making an appearance was the thing. Seeing people that I hadn't seen in years was good, especially when they asked if I was staying in Winnipeg for good. Ugh, what a dreadful thought! My cousin Claudine was doing an Easter skit with another girl and she was pretty good. I heard that she was searching for me to get notes on how she did. Too bad we didn't collide. As we left the building, a couple of pan-handlers had their scruffy selves tilt their baseball caps for their own offerings. Who's worse: them for taking advantage of churchgoers or us for being hypocrites by not giving? I use to live in the Downtown Eastside and encounter beggars every block, and got so use to saying no, that it doesn't bother me anymore. Even if I gave today, I can't give to everyone in one day, then give to everyone the next, and so on. They can't get mad at me for not giving, like I use to get mad at them for begging. When you feel you'll never have a stable life, you feel all you can do is beg off the street, and you're going to get rejection.