Friday afternoon. Me and Gifty are working in a pot wash room. Lunch just finished so there is a huge amound of dishes, pots, pans, trays etc piling up. I wash small items – plates, trays and cutlery, Gift works on heavy duty stuff, pots big enough to bath in them, heavy trays used to display food on the hot counter, large metal trays used by chefs for cooking and so on.
Sometime into our quiet, consistent work she asks me How are you? I answer that I’m ok but I can feel I am getting tired. The symptopms include me getting grumpy, the sort of mood when it is better to don’t approach me without the stick, especially if the reason for approaching is to ask some stupid question.
– Do you take any vitamins? – asks Gifty.
– No, not really. I used to take. Do they help?– You should take those ones that are good for hair, skin and nails.
– It is Wellwoman.
– This is what I used to take – I say – but I never remebered to take them regular.
– I have them in my bag.
Then a conversation tapers off. After a while Gifty turns to me and asks:
– You’re a christian, I think?
– Yes, I am – I say, slightly surprised, what does this have to do with anything, even unsure if I heard her right.- So every morning when you wake up you should ask God to give you strenght. You should say “Thank you God,please, I need a strenght to go to work and do it”.
Then I remember the words I’ve read before I came to work:
Don’t tell God that you have a big problem. Tell your problem that you have great God.
– Does He give the strenght when you ask?
– Yes, He does. You just need to believe.
I nod again. It keeps happening to me. People talking to me about God. Even in this smelly and dirty pot washing room it is not the first time I heard about God, about going to the church. One of the agency staff once invited me to go to his church. You need God. Where will you go after you died? You need God to go to Heaven. Faith as simple as that. Pray to God, He will give you. He will give you strenght, He will give you eternity, He will offer you help with washing hundreds of plates and with dealing with annoying customers. I am not even trying to be ironic here.
Moral is that to survive in this place, to don’t get tired, to do everything you are expected to do, you need a support. It is good to start with vitamins but if they don’t help, you need to turn to God. You won’t make it on your own.