We meet at churches during the day, afternoon, lunch hours, evenings, and midnights. In the conference rooms of churches, basements, outside if the weather is nice, or in church itself, we meet. We gather around at all types of churches, at all times of the day, with all types of people.

Who we are.

We shine your shoes.
Wash your cars.
Serve you food.
Clear your plates.
Park your cars.
We are your bosses.
We are your employees.
Take your calls.
Take care of your loved ones.
We are your technical support.
We bag your groceries.
We are everywhere.

We all look the same, not the grungy unclean stereotype that most people see us as.
I sit at a table and wait for others to join me. I stare at my hands as my coffee is starting to cool down. I look like a normal young adult, faded jeans, gray chucks shoes, black t-shirt, and a green sweater. A man approaches me, reaches out his hand and introduces himself.

He is dressed in a pale green silk dress shirt. His slacks are pin striped and his shoes look new and shinny. His cell phone hangs heavily off his belt loop securely in its case. He then sits down and has nothing more to say. That's OK, I like silence.

We wait.

More and more come to sit down at our table and introduced themselves to us. The head of the meeting calls it to begin.
So we begin at step number two.

I never thought I would be here. Drinking coffee, seeing who would sit next to me if anyone at all. I see soccer moms, professionals, guys in their 30's with tattoos up and down their arms, drugged out women, bikers, etc.

I think to myself, "Why the hell am I here right now? I'm a normal 24 year old girl. The job that I have, I have had for four years now. I am a college student. A straight A college student. I am normal. I am not like you. I am not like the lady that sits across from who is on her lunch break. I am not like the old man who is in retirement and this is his hobby. I am not like you weirdos. I am not crazy like you."


After the meeting I shove the doors open and walk out into the sun light that is everlasting and warm.
Walk faster. Breathe harder.
My keys are clenched in my hands.
I see my car parked all by its lonesome. Don't worry you won't be alone anymore.
As gracefully as possible I slip into my car and start the engine.

Days have gone by, and I realize that they are normal too. They have jobs and professions. They too were once in college.

And with a swift motion my high horse was stabbed in the neck and I began to tumble down a long and lowly road.