Same Kind of Different as Me: A Modern-Day Slave, an International Art Dealer, and the Unlikely Woman Who Bound Them Together by Hall Ron;Moore Denver;Vincent Lynn

Author:Hall, Ron;Moore, Denver;Vincent, Lynn [Hall, Ron;Moore, Denver;Vincent, Lynn]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
ISBN: 9780849919107
Publisher: Thomas Nelson
Published: 2006-01-02T06:00:00+00:00

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Me and Mr. Ron started spending a fair amount of time together, me takin him out into the hood to show him what's what, and him takin me to museums and restaurants and cafes and such. I learned a lot on those tripslike the difference between a taco and a enchilada. The taco is the crunchy thing, and the enchilada is that long thing that kinda flops down beside the taco. (I usually just eat the inside a' the taco, though, 'cause I ain't got that many good teeth.) I also found out the difference between a restaurant and a cafe: A restaurant is where they roll your fork and your knife up in a fancy towel that you use for a napkin. In a cafe you just have a regular ole paper napkin and ain't nothin rolled up in it usually.

First time Mr. Ron took me to a restaurant, I couldn't find no fork for the longest time till I saw him unroll the dark red towel he had on his side of the table. He caught me gawkin and told me the towel was a napkin, which I thought was crazy 'cause who gon' wash em all?

Me and Miss Debbie started talkin a li'l more, too. I didn't burn off when I saw her no more, and when she asked me how I was doin', I'd say fine. She was always real nice to me, asked me about my life and what was I gon' do that day and did I need her to bring me anything. I'd see her down at the Lot, and I'd help out her and Sister Bettie and Miss Debbie's friend, Miss Mary Ellen.

I met Sister Bettie before I met Miss Debbie. She ain't no nun or nothin like that. We call her "Sister" 'cause she's a real spiritual woman.

I don't know how old Sister Bettie was when I met her, but right this minute she got a crown a' hair just as white as a cloud on a summer day, and twinklin eyes as blue as the sky them clouds go sailin in. When she's talkin to you, she'll lay a hand on your arm like she's knowed you all your life, like maybe you was her own child. And even if she keeps her hand there awhile, it don't bother you none. You just feel happy God saw fit to drop a lady like that into this world.

Sister Bettie lives at the mission, but it ain't'cause she don't have nowhere else to go. A long time back, she lived in a regular neighborhood. But after her husband died, Sister Bettie felt the Lord tuggin on her heart, tellin her to spend the rest a' her life servin the homeless. She sold her home and everything she had except for a little bitty Toyota truck, and she asked the folks at the Union Gospel Mission could she set up housekeepin down there.

It didn't take long 'fore most a' the homeless folks in Fort Worth knowed Sister Bettie.

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