Most people have a word in there life that they find funny but not many others do.

Bucket... would probably be mine, or the word 'Muffin' but I’ve already talked about this.

It's funny though, because this week I have been busy with a group of people that think the word 'Recovery' or more specifically the sign 'Recovery Centre' is something to constantly make jokes about.

This 'Recovery Centre' has been the sight of my work for the last week. My mate Greg and I and a few other willing volunteers have manned (or womaned) these centres at the Melbourne Cup Racing Carnival.

For those non-Australians, The Melbourne Cup is the biggest Horse Race in all of Australia. So big that supposedly the Country stops for the 3 minutes its run. (It's great for us in Melbourne as we get a public holiday even) And including a few other race days, it makes the carnival stretch for about a week.

The other part that makes up this carnival is Drunkenness and Perversion. (All you out there that want to argue against me, come and work at these tents). This week is an excuse for everyone to get dressed up (which I'm not against, some very attractive ladies around) but the other part is to get as drunk as possible.

This leads me to what I've been doing. See too much 'drinkies' means you can't stand or throwing up, or sore heads, or lost of consciousness. This is where we come in.

In our afore mentioned 'Recovery Centre', we give those who’ve had to much to drink, a chance to lie down, a chance to throw up, to relax, to sleep it off, water, biscuits, and at the end hopefully a safe way to go home.

It’s good though, we have volunteers that come and they get to see a side of the Salvation Army that many people miss. They also get some great learning experiences about alcohol. It's also good when you have a person in your tent one of the first days, and they come by later in the week, a lot wiser from their time with us.

Alcohol is so not for me, and well I think I find it really sad talking to friends, and sadly even salvos, who just want to go get smashed. I'm sorry, if I want a good time, I'd rather remember it the next day. Oh well, least I know what I want.

Oh and back to my initial story. Before we get out share of drunks in, we sit and watch people come by and for some reason, listen to them make jokes over and over about how they'll need a bed at our 'centre' later in the day, or even stupider, that they just point and say recovery and laugh

Their seriously not laughing after we see them pee their pants.

¶ 4:50 PM  

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