tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743221.post460123691285426500..comments2023-10-30T04:38:08.514-05:00Comments on thesoundtrackofmydreams: "The Hole"Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04610634633738294310noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6743221.post-5109999399802841412008-07-25T22:13:00.000-05:002008-07-25T22:13:00.000-05:00Amy, this was my third trip to the hole in the pas...Amy, this was my third trip to the hole in the past 18 months but the first time that I had worked there for an entire week. My heart was completely broken by the time we left for the final time. On every trip over the past 18 months one boy in particular has made contact with me. For some reason he has singled me out for the hardest hugs imaginable for a child his size. This trip I found out his name, Joel Louise, pronounced Joe-L Lou-eece. He also learned my name. On our last trip there I heard his small voice yell, Haarooooold. That sound has haunted me ever since. He is a wonderful young man who now owns a large piece of my heart. <BR/><BR/>It was literally sickening to watch those children play in that river of filth and there was nothing I we could no to stop them. Keep Joel in your prayers. He is now my second son.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com