An Assessment of "Camp Teams"

We move out tomorrow afternoon, all clamoring into that fifteen passenger van, bringing with us so much more than luggage. I suppose collectively its all called baggage. Each week our team meets a new set of faces and new set of sad stories. Each week we will pour our own sad stories on the table and those new faces and our weathered faces will try our best to fit all the pieces together. If we are lucky, our puzzle will make some kind of sense, even if we are missing some pieces. If we are lucky, those kids will be a bit more complete at the end of that week. Yet, if we are lucky we will be a little less complete at the end of each week. We try so hard to take pieces of ourselves to place into their open and waiting hands, but at some point we will have no spare pieces to give. It is at that point that we will have to examine how precious those few remaining pieces truly are, although after examination we all know we will give them away no matter the verdict. So we leave tomorrow in a fifteen passenger van carrying luggage and baggage alike. I could be waiting tables this summer, making eighty bucks a night. I could be sleeping in my own bed this summer, taking some "me" time. None of that matters now though, cause tomorrow I have a van to catch, and a puzzle to finish.