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Monday, January 5, 2015

A Day in the Life

                                   A Day in the Life
By Albert B. Kelly

I’m sure you’ve had a day where you start out feeling really low about things only to have something give you a kick in the pants to remind you that things are not as bleak as they seem. I had just such a day recently.

It was 5:30am and the first hints of daylight crawled in as I glanced toward the bedroom window. Slowly, I swung my legs over the edge of the bed and tried to rub the sleep, such as it was, from my eyes. As I sat there, I thought about the day ahead; it was December 31st, the last day of 2014…the last day of my first term as mayor for the City of Bridgeton.

The selfish part of me started to feel a little sorry for myself in a way that only a mayor would try and do. It had been one hell of a night; a fatal shooting involving our police at the corner of Henry Street  and one of the first really cold Code Blue nights of the season with our homeless shuffling in to get out of the cold- maybe get a meal before going to sleep.

My mind raced over the previous evening; wondering about the details of the shooting incident, worrying about the Reid family, worrying about our police officers, worrying about our community; dreading tension like Ferguson or NYC. I was thinking about the cold- worrying about the homeless- our armies of the night.

My mind raced ahead to the next day, January 1st and the swearing-in ceremony to start the second term and what I might say to set the tone. I thought about assorted themes; unemployment, the homeless, crime, the budget, and of course the shooting as a backdrop for launching a second term.

I did what I do most mornings on the edge of the bed and I reached for the scriptures on the night stand. Maybe it’s a habit, maybe I’m looking for strength, or a little wisdom or perspective. Thumbing through the pages, my eyes landed on the following: “For the mystery of lawlessness doth already work: only there is one that restraineth now…”

The phrase stuck, “one that restraineth”, it kept playing in my head like a lyric. But I pushed the thought away; it was time to make my way to the kitchen and settle into a cup of tea, time to start the day.

In our age of modern technology, we’re never really untethered from the world, so trudging into the kitchen I scrolled through my iPhone to get any updates and also thank the volunteers who came out for Code Blue and our police chaplains coming out in the middle of the storm.

As I started to type, a thought occurred to me; namely they showed up. By “they” I mean the volunteers and more than just show up, they were, in their own way, like the “one that restraineth”.

Maybe it’s a little over the top for some, but thinking about these volunteers; the different churches, organizations, and volunteers providing meals, the churches hosting the physical space, those providing staff and the police chaplains coming to a crime scene, they all showed up.

I felt better, a little stronger and a little more hopeful. They showed up and a hundred just like them show in a thousand ways in this community and how could I ask for more.

The youth athletic coaches, the mentors, the volunteers; all unpaid, who show up because they care, “restrainers” one and all, who push back on the grief, the poverty, the lousy stats that everyone likes to cite when they talk about our city.

Who knows all that they “restrain”, no one can say for sure, but we can all imagine the “lawlessness and I’m fairly confident things would be a lot worse without them.

There’s still a lot of work to do, goodness knows we need more jobs, more development, more tax base, more investment and that’s what our energies will be focused in the next four years.

Looking back on the last four, I’m not sure I’ll claim anything for myself, but if there is one thing our community can claim, it was that they showed up; on the coldest days, on the darkest nights, in the worst hours- to push back on everything that would unravel us as a community.

The tea got cold and I headed out the door to start a day, to end a year, to finish a term, to start a second one; to see what we might accomplish together.