Jean, adorned in a certified nursing assistant uniform, fervently dialed number after number from a small torn piece of paper.  She thought maybe this time someone will hire her and not have her live in at a mission union or a shelter.  Jean was a medium sized piece of chocolate person with a black weave about shoulder length pulled back to reveal sad eyes of a person living a lie.  You see, although Jean wore the CNA uniform, she was without a job or a home.  She believed as sure as the inscriptions on her uniform that she could finally dream.  Jean glanced from the payphone and saw a woman and her daughter waiting for a Chinese restaurant to open.  The woman on the brick ledge lining the restaurant building was reading the job employment paper as she waited for the place to open.  A little girl sat safely on the side walk in front of the restaurant, probably the woman’s daughter.   Jean realized that she had all that she needed for a small church sermon.

   A church was born.  She immediately started what sounded like a sermon to the woman and her daughter.  Jean confessed that she was unemployed and dressed up “in faith” saying that this day would fulfill her “dream” for a job.  A shiny red car drove by the three sitting in the “sermon of the sidewalk” and Jean prophesized that one day she would be blessed and that shiny red car would be hers. Jean then started her autobiography.  She was a Georgian without a job and gave religiously to TV ministries and now gave to the local TV ministry.  Jean had exhausted thirty years on a job that she obviously hated because malice kept her from getting out of that ridiculous work uniform.  The woman sitting with the girl suggested that she also read the job employment paper that she had received free from the portable public paper rack.  The woman with her daughter also suggested that maybe Jean should look into another line of work.  Jean, who was living in Virginia with her son who had an apartment, said that her son had told her the same thing.  He had rescued her from the shelter in Georgia once Jean got laid off from her CNA job.  Jean continued to shout in religious language believing for a job.