Date: Sat, 6 Jun 2009 07:52:11 -0700 (PDT)
From: firehose Joe <firehosejoe@yahoo.com>
Subject: To Thine Own Self Be True Chapter 34

This above all: to thine own self be true,
And it must follow, as the night the day,
Thou canst not then be false to any man.
Shakespeare (Hamlet)

Thanks to Chael for assistance in editing and proofing the story. This
is wholly fictional with no reference intended to persons alive or dead.

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From the previous chapter:

Zach's contagious enthusiasm had reminded Alejandro of the fun and energy
of working with architects and builders in the planning stage. Watching a
living space come to life, as it were -making the abstract become reality
-- was a very exciting prospect. Perhaps he needed to do more of that. "Why
not? If it gives me so much pleasure I need to look for opportunities like
that," he thought as he listened to Zach begin his story.

Chapter 34

That Alejandro was multifaceted was obvious to Zach. It was one of the many
things that attracted Zach to the man. Somehow he never presumed that
Alejandro would have been involved in the `nuts and bolts' of building
planning and design. With so many proverbial irons in the fire, did he also
have time for the detail work needed in planning living and working spaces?

Zach laughed quietly. "Well, remember, you asked. As he began his litany of
woes about the project and the accompanying story Zach wondered about
Alejandro's sudden interest? Did the man doubt him? Had he somehow misled
Alejandro so that he thought Zach was a clone of his Father. 'Not
possible,' he thought to himself. "What was his motivation though? Oh well,
it will come to light eventually," he guessed.

"This is something that came about from a discussion in our Parish Council
months ago. Our priest told the Council that a petition had been filed with
the city to demolish a block of housing adjacent to my church. He said the
developers had promised to let the church use their parking lot for
off-street parking in exchange for their support of the project.

"What the developers didn't know was that the dilapidated buildings were
home to many in the parish. The neighborhood abuts communities that are
going through some significant urban renewal. This was not currently
considered prime land but was seen as a good opportunity if the price were
right. The block was occupied primarily by low-rise apartments and a few
single-family homes. The sticking point for the developers was the
resistance of the homeowners to sell.

"Needless to say, after the announcement, the members of the Council were
in an uproar. Finally the priest got people calmed down. Now understand, I
got this all second-hand.

"I had gone home to have dinner with my parents. Mother's housekeeper, my
former Nanny, Maria, caught me stealing a bite in the kitchen and, after
she slapped my hand and gave me a kiss on the cheek, we sat at the table
and she filled me in on the latest news. After probing her for all the
information she could give I thanked her and freshened up for dinner."

Alejandro was enjoying the story and wanted more details. "Did you discuss
this with your Father? Did he help?" Again he saw the brief flash of
something cross Zach's face.

"No, I didn't mention it to Mother or Father. I called the priest the next
day and asked to see him. You've got to understand a bit of history
here. I've had limited involvement at the Cathedral, where Mother and
Father attend primarily Christmas and Easter. Maria and Juan took me
regularly to The Chapel of Our Lady, their home parish. I was an altar boy,
an acolyte, a reader when I had some age on me -- it is my home parish too.

"The priest laid all the details out for me. The thought of so many of our
parish losing their homes rocked me and challenged me. I knew somehow I had
to step up to the plate. The galvanizing words came when Father Joe said,
'Ownership makes all the difference. These dilapidated apartments are not
the result of misuse and neglect by the tenants. They've been a `cash cow'
for the owners for years and now, evidently, they are ready to sell'."

Alejandro was fully invested in the story by this time. Dessert was served
and coffee poured. Both were ignored. Alejandro had longed for something
more tangible, something measurable to put his own stamp on the Algara
Foundation's work. Could this work in Chicago? Without a close parish
involvement, who would provide the cohesion -- the glue to keep all the
players committed and working toward the same goal? There had to be a way
to make this work. Alejandro smiled as he felt that familiar burn in his
gut when faced with an attractive challenge.

"Obviously you came up with a plan or an idea. What did you do?" he asked
with sincere enthusiasm.

"I'll give you the shorter version. Don't worry. It has all the pertinent
details. Trust me; we don't want to be here this time tomorrow," Zach said
with a smile crossing his face.

Zach outlined how he and his secretary had researched the information
needed. He described the disrepair of most of the apartments he visited
during his fact-finding. At times he thought the wrecking ball would have
been the easiest solution to take care of the structural demands of the
buildings.

"I came back to Father Joe dumbfounded by what I saw, asking him why the
conditions had been allowed to deteriorate to such an extent," Zach
said. "His reply was that the people had no power. Their requests had been
ignored. Two brave souls had refused to pay rent and found their belongings
on the street within a day.

"I asked him if the current tenants, given an opportunity, might be
interested in buying their apartments -- kind of like condo ownership. He
laughed. 'How?', he asked. `How could they pay for it? How could they pay
for repairs?' His questions were numerous, focused and to the point. I let
him continue, listening carefully.

"His litany of questions and challenges helped a plan begin to form in my
mind," Zach said, reaching for his cup of coffee.

It was cold. Zach caught the eye of the waiter. Seconds later, fresh cups
appeared and they both sipped the hot liquid.

Alejandro sat with rapt attention as Zach told of buying the blocks of
apartments. Working together with some gifted tradespeople in the parish,
Zach had set up a training program to provide construction help for tenants
and also offer employment for the older teens that had dropped out of
school.

Master plumbers, electricians, brick masons and carpenters were hired to
become the mentors of the unskilled young men and women who wanted to learn
and work. Zach confessed that the project became exponentially more
expensive and time-consuming than he had imagined. Yet, he persevered.

"Father Joe was a daily presence. He counseled, encouraged, praised and
chastised as the situation warranted. The population is primarily Hispanic
and he carried with him a paternal presence that was seen as part of the
seamless authority of the Church. The project is nearly seventy-five
percent complete. The stories, the mini-miracles, the changed lives are too
many to count.

"At times when I've been ready to throw up my hands in despair, Father Joe
has reminded me of the part of the Liturgy we pray with each Mass where we
are commanded to love our neighbors as ourselves. I guess that's what this
is all about for me.

"I've had thrust on me the mantle of hero, deliverer, surrogate parent --
none of which I've sought. These people have become my family. We eat
together, pray together and sing together." A tear slid down Zach's
face. "We're family."

Alejandro let Zach have a moment to collect himself. After a deep sigh,
Zach continued, "So you see now where my enthusiasm for rehabbing projects
comes from. Had I known what would be involved, I'm pretty sure I would
never have started it. Now I look back and ask how I could not have shared
in what we did."

Picking up his coffee, Zach took a long drink. Both men picked at their
desserts as the silence gathered around them. Alejandro had no idea how to
break the silence or change the subject without cheapening the moment. Zach
saved him.

Raising his hand, indicating they'd like a check, Zach watched the waiter
approach empty-handed.

"The bill and gratuity have been taken care of, Sir. I trust everything was
to your satisfaction." He waited with the hint of a smile, watching Zach's
momentary confusion.

"Thank you; everything was delicious." Waiting for the waiter to leave he
stared Alejandro down.

"Turnabout is fair play. Anyway I believe that's the correct saying. Am I
right?" Alejandro said with a grin spreading wide across his face. "I want
you to take me to see this project you've told me about. I'm fascinated.
There are so many pockets in large metropolitan areas that could benefit
from this idea."

"Well, let's go!" Zach suggested with enthusiasm. They were soon in the
car, Zach filling in details as Alejandro asked an endless stream of
questions.

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