it is in my nature to believe the best in people.
that’s why, when someone just this week broke into my house and stole all the pipes, i repeat the mantra “i can’t believe it”.
it is that very trust in the goodness of man which sustained me in the city of detroit for more than 15 years. i love people. i trust them. even the so-called “bad ones”.
friday, i got the call that our house in detroit had been stripped-the day before it was to be inspected and sold. i’m mad it happened-mostly
i’m super mad this happened
my hubby says “not detroit-ferndale” i say “fine, then. metro detroit”.
i am a giant cheerleader, prayer warrior for the d. i hope and wish and pray daily for the best to come from and to the city and it’s people.
it you’ve ever seen a sign that said “pray for detroit”- i am the chick behind it.
god-it just kills me. it makes me want to puke. it makes me want to weep.
i sit and shake my head and think a thought i never wanted to think:
“i’m so glad we got out”.
that’s what bumbs me most.
we love love love, detroit.
we love it’s food and colors and smells and style and even it’s fear factor. it is a grubby, hardworking town. i love the eastern market and fresh fruit vendors. i love it’s music, churchs, people.
the d gets such a bad wrap. what a drag, i mean real drag, that this happened there. gosh-i wish the house was in pretty any other city. just not detroit. not because we don’t love that awesome city, but because my pipes got stipped there and it makes the town look bad.
seriously-if they got stripped in atlanta, or marquette- it would be a crime, not a cliche’.
please…for the sake of us all
“in this world you will have trials of many kinds. but, be of good cheer. i have overcome the world. “