Fried Green Tomatoes and Brotherly Love

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It's so funny how when I'm in law school all day I think of all these things I want to blog about. Now that I'm out of school I thought, "Self, let's get to blogging". Sadly, now that I can blog I can't think of anything to blog. There are so many things I love about the South.

Darrell's parents have a garden and they are very generous. I don't know how to cook some of the things they give me. I had some green tomatoes and so I fried them up, turned out pretty good.

Another thing I love about the South is I'm surrounded by good Christian people. I'm used to (well when I'm outside of Utah) being the only religious person at work or in other places outside of school. Maybe it's just because out West we're not as open with our beliefs. Not so here in the South. It is a badge of honor worn proudly.

There is a guy at work that I don't get along with. He just irked me. I can't quite put my finger on it, but I couldn't stand the guy. He wasn't very fond of me either. Long story short he was laid off this week. I feel for him. It's a tough economy and I wouldn't want to be in his shoes. But that aside, I wasn't sad to see him go. Although it does mean more work for me and it's getting to be a pretty hefty load. The remaining project managers have more to do which means they give me more to do. But back to the point of this whole blog. One of the girls in accounting came to talk to me about the recent lay off. Her concern was "Did I say everything to him that I needed to say". She said she would probably never see him again and was worried about whether or not she was an instrument in God's hands to deliver his message. She said she would often ask him "You know what you need?" Her reply to him was always "Jesus".

I was glad I wouldn't have to hold my breath so I wouldn't smell the alchohol on his breath when he spoke or watch when he spit tobacco juice in a Styrofoam cup or listen to his crude language. She was worried if she did enough. Did she do all she could to help him? That never crossed my mind.

The good thing about living in the South, it helps me be a better Christian.