Years ago, I was amember of the American Legion being a vietnam vet. I had long hair and beard, was almost homeless but I saved money, had a night job as Physch tech, but needed financial help. A disabled in WWII member tried to come to my rescue but couldn't make the meeting where it came to vote. I was called Mother F------ baby killer,hippy, druggy, worthless piece of thrash, and on and after everyone got in there
I was voted down with hoots and howls.
There were only 3 nam viets in this post, we got together and decided to resign, but a phone call from the man who started it all convinced us to go to the next meeting. I hesitated, I had saved enough for 1 semester and had been accepted. Now I was not a born again christian yet, that is another story.In end we met, the older man walked with two cains to the podium, blessed the rest of post for not helping their fellow comrades. Fellow vets then voted to provide me tuition and books, while I worked full-time at a nearby hospital, rushed to hospital school of nursing after work.
Hard, sure but each time something would happen I had angels - my peers - help and I got through it.
A patient once declared that I was a "male Florance Nightingale" (hasn't happened yet as far as the world goes,:roll , but I did end #1 clinical, #5 scholastic, so I did OK.
Especially since I've become born again I consider myself a Health Care Minister. Jesus said we are to care for ALL God's children, especially the least of his children. Not a day goes by when I do not yhink of this responsibility, thank God He gives me wisdom, guidance, and the protection to do His work.
By the way that post is now predominately vietnam vets.