Gospel Mission Director thought I was a homeless person and treated me as such


KLAMATH FALLS, OR—Hypocrites come in all forms and sizes

What I loathe the most are people who claim they are Christians, yet they do not act like Christians. I will be the first to tell you that I am not perfect and I don't claim to be and I make my share of mistakes too. But don't claim you are a Christian and then go out of your way to put on the airs that you are one. When that could not be the furthest thing from the truth.

Recently, I have had a falling out with some past friends. It was not by choice on my part, but theirs. We discovered we did not believe in the same things any longer. Such as I don't believe a person can support God and Trump at the same time. And after I mentioned I was no longer attending the same church, or that I was no longer going to watch their dog and house when they went on their trips.

Grant, you there were times that they helped me when I was down and out and needed a temporary place to live but I also gave them money for food while I was staying with them. But when I no longer wanted to go to the town they lived in, or attend their church, or support Trump. That is when things began to change and subtle signs of it were rearing their ugly head so to speak.

The last text I received from this one person, in particular, is that she would text me when she got back from her trip to Washington State. She returned and not a word, not a text, not a phone call even acknowledging she-she had returned. Notta, nothing. She and her husband and I, I thought were still friends even with our differences politically. But that did not seem to be the case. And it only left me with several thoughts. Was the friend doing this for political reasons or because I was no longer willing to house and dog sit or both. I felt I had house and dog sat enough because every time I would turn around they were planning trips somewhere or the two times which were an exception when I did it when her husband had two different hip surgeries. That was different but the trips for their personal pleasure were getting old for me to go somewhere I hated being.

If someone wants to break off a relationship they could at least provide an explanation instead of not responding as their last communication indicated that they would be doing. Not be left up in the air or in the dark only to guess or assume as to the reason why. After all, this was someone I had known for quite a few years and would have expected better from her to all of sudden with no explanation given, just slam a door shut on a friendship.

However, before the bridge was burnt I had bought a birthday card for her husband which I had bought before the termination of the friendship. The last time her husband and I were together it was when he had dropped me off at Wal-Mart to do some shopping I needed to do while he went to his doctor appointment and during this time is when I bought his birthday card.

But when I did not receive a text on her return and his birthday came and went. So, I held onto the birthday card because it happened to be an expensive birthday card and I did not realize how much until I got home and looked at the receipt, it was almost nine dollars for that card and I didn't want just to toss it. But until I could get more ink for my printer as it was on its way as I had signed up with the HP ink program and I was waiting for the shipment to arrive. And I wanted to at least write a short note to go along with the birthday card. I dropped it off where he works on his day off as I did not want to ask to why "I had not heard back from his wife." By this point, I didn't care anymore and still don't. Once you burn a bridge that is it with me. There is no going back and they will have to live with it now as a choice they made, not me.

By this time I had moved on from that point and felt it was a waste of time to even discuss it. So I left the Birthday Card with his boss. And I wondered if he would at least text me back and say "thank you" after he picked up the card from his boss. It took a few days but, he finally did text me back. I mentioned in the earlier text that I had dropped off the card and I had got a new phone, but it was the same phone number before that I had before he sent me a text back. He mentioned the reason it took him so long to reply was he said he tried to text me, but my text did not seem to be working yet at the time or he would have sent the text earlier thanking me for the card and the pictures I had of his deceased brother I sent with the note and Birthday Card.

Which now brings me to making or sending best wishes for Thanksgiving. The first text I sent out I sent it to him to have a nice Thanksgiving but I only mentioned his name. To see if he would text back. Nope did not happen. Then, I sent a text to the Pastor of the Church wishing him the same thing and he replied within minutes. Then, I sent another text to another member of the same church and I also received a text shortly thereafter wishing the same for me. Then, this morning after I made the Thanksgiving Video I posted on Youtube "An Old Thanksgiving day from years past" and while watching the Macy Parade online and wishing everyone on my Facebook pages Happy Thanksgiving.

I decided to send out a text to her wishing her a Happy Thanksgiving. Like the past couple of years, where I spent Thanksgiving at their house.

"I am nothing like you. Unlike you have a "Happy Thanksgiving". Enjoy!

A few minutes later she tried to call but I missed the call because I was watching the Macy Parade at the time. She left no message. So I sent a text back.

"Sorry, I missed your call as I am watching the Macy's Parade on 3 different Internet channels and then I am working on the original script called "Last Chance Hotel", which I will be holding a casting call and auditions for it the first part of next year and videotaping it this coming spring. And at noon I am going to dinner at the Baptist church on High Street, a few blocks from my house and the New Holiday Market."

I have still had yet to hear from either one of them. What I wonder is if I had not sent texts out would any of them have taken the time to send me one? Sad! But Oh, well. Such is life.

So my plan was to go to the dinner as I had mentioned in my text to her. I had done a web search the day before to see where Thanksgiving Dinners was being served and maybe to do a story about it while I was at the dinner. That was the plan I had made for myself from the day before which would have been Wednesday. And I was looking forward to it.

Thanksgiving in Klamath Falls

Local groups prepare to serve holiday meals
By HOLLY DILLEMUTH H&N Staff Reporter Nov 20, 2014

Thanksgiving in the Klamath Basin is fast approaching, and there are a variety of organizations providing a feast.

The Klamath Falls Gospel Mission is planning to feed up to 300 people at its free meal planned for Nov. 27, noon to 1:30 p.m. at the former Baptist Church, 707 High St.

The only problem is at the time I did not notice the year and the date of the Thanksgiving Dinner above until I got back and looked at it again. It said the dinner was at noon to 1:30 p.m. at the former Baptist Church, 707 High St. So, I headed that direction to the former Baptist Church, 707 High St. The same place as the Halloween Party at Monster Mac's Murder Manor in Klamath Falls, OR where it was located on 707 High Street. And when I walked up to that location after walking down the hill. It looked as if nobody was in line or hanging out there. There were some cars parked on the street but nowhere in the neighborhood of 300 people could be expected to show up there right now as it looked quiet and deserted.

Gospel Mission Director thought I was a homeless person and treated me as such (Part Two)

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