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Sometimes the loser wins. I received an unexpected reminder of that in one of the unlikeliest places: a CPU vs. CPU game in NHL 2002 for the Game Boy Advance. Believe it or not, this is one of only two hockey games on the venerable handheld; the other one is an arcade-style Midway game that takes its inspiration from "2-on-2 Open Ice Challenge" and does not offer a 'spectator' mode to watch computer-controlled teams battle it out for supremacy. I opted for a West Coast showdown between the visiting San Jose Sharks and Los Angeles Kings, the two highest-rated teams based in the state of California (the Anaheim Ducks are no close third; in fact, they ranked just a couple spots away from dead last, which makes sense since they finished last in their division and last in the Western Conference for the 2000-01 season). It turned out to be an intense game filled with penalties, fights, and multiple lead changes; the Sharks quickly took a 2-0 lead on the road, only for the Kings to add a goal before the end of the first period, and two more in the second. They had stormed back to achieve a 3-2 lead, only for the Sharks to come back and take a 4-3 lead going into the third period. Midway through the dagger came, when the Sharks scored another goal and played tough defense to hold on for the 5-3 win. Though the Kings lost the game, they had technically still won--at the end of a game, there is always a list of three 'star' players, and believe it or not, all three were Kings players. I'm not sure how the game determines this. Maybe it is because the Kings had more shots on goal, or did not commit as many penalties as their opponents, or simply the impressiveness of scoring three straight goals after trailing 0-2 (even though the Sharks proceeded to do exactly the same thing afterwards). Either way, it was an exciting affair, and I am looking forward to doing a rematch in San Jose; one of the NHL's most vicious rivalries was just as incredible in the virtual world as it has long been in real life. After giving it some thought, I wrote a letter for "MC," to try and summarize my feelings in the most dignified and respectful way possible while still being honest. I present it for you in its entirety. "Dear 'MC,' I hope this message finds you well. You are busy, and I will try not to take up too much of your time. First of all, I would like to thank you for doing what you do here at the Joshua House. It is not easy to run a household, and keep track of eight people who deal with unique challenges. It takes a person of exceptional patience, intelligence, and compassion, and you have all three. In the three months I've been here, I can say that for the most part, I've had a good time. I have had the chance to get to know you and the other staff, and have gotten close to the 'clients' with whom I share this residence. These people have gone from strangers to acquaintances, in some cases from acquaintances to friends. In recent times, I have noticed that the atmosphere has become more tense. But before I touch on that, I want to say a few words about the events that led to me being here. In October, I lost both of my parents in less than two weeks. My father died at 83 after suffering his second stroke in 5 years. Nine days later, my mother lost a long battle with stage 4 terminal cancer and died at 70. I handled it as well as I could, but while I did my best not to show it, I was truly heartbroken. Imagine losing the only two people in this world who ever loved you unconditionally, who told you that you could be anything you put your mind to, who gave you the roadmap for how to survive in a cruel world full of lies and deceit. For the next several months, I was in a 'purgatory,' not knowing what would happen from one day to the next, not sure when or if I would receive an unfriendly notice in the mail telling me I had 30 days to leave my residence or a summons to a local courthouse. Shortly after losing my parents, I met Evelyn Falconer. She helped orchestrate a master plan that has culminated in my getting accepted into JARC, and being placed in the Joshua House. She has been a loyal and terrific friend, and I am deeply grateful to know her. I met you on the first day of being here. Even then I had no doubt that you are a patient, kind person. However, in the last month or so, and especially over the last couple of weeks, it felt like things were starting to change. An undercurrent of tension began to set in, and it has made me feel very uncomfortable. Last week, Mrs. T had me come into her office to discuss a few concerns. I would like to address those one by one. I apologize for the 'false diagnosis' regarding a housemate who had voiced concerns about colitis; it was done with the best of intentions, as I overheard her quietly griping. She seemed to feel her needs were being ignored, but I did not realize she supposedly has a history of making things up, or remembering things from the past that no longer apply to the present. I would also like to apologize for the laundry debacle, which seems to have been resolved by my choosing Sunday as my laundry day. Last but not least I am sorry about spending too much time talking to one of my housemate's relatives who came to visit him; I tend to gravitate to people and naturally ask a lot of questions. I realize that yours is a difficult job, and that there will be frustrating moments. From the time I arrived, I wanted to be the least of everyone's worries, and feel I've done my best. Please rest assured that if you have concerns about anything, you can speak to me firsthand. I am compassionate and understanding and can see things from another person's point of view. It's not a problem for me to make adjustments and change things if they are bothersome to others. I am not sure how long I will be here, but I hope we can get along. I would like to be treated as an equal, and not as being under you. Though my mind can be slow sometimes, my heart is full of love. I would like to feel safe here, and believe--even if it isn't always true--that the people who work here are here because they care about the job, and to some extent about us. Please understand that none of us asked to be here, let alone to be born. But we are still here, still trying to make sense of a world that never cared to make sense of us. I am surrounded by vulnerable people who do what they can to have their daily needs for care met. The very little we ask is to be loved for who we are, not criticized or made to feel self-conscious for things we can't always control. Someday, we will be gone...all of this will be gone. Until then, I hope that we can be good to one another. I wish you and your family all the best." I said this as best I could. Today, I will not be bringing my lunch to JARC, as Evelyn herself will be coming over to pick me up. We will be meeting with a friend we have not seen in a while, and have lunch at a local restaurant. I'm hoping that it will be a good time for all of us, that nothing serious will come up. Then again, if I was in trouble for whatever reason, I would have probably been informed of it by now. There's a part of me that wonders if all of this tension was in my head. This morning, while having breakfast, two housemates informed a CNA that I would not be bringing my lunch, for the reasons explained above. I tried to explain the situation myself, but was quickly stopped by a housemate who interceded on my behalf. Maybe it was the 'ego' coming out, the ego that I am trying to destroy before it destroys me, but I felt a bit irked. "I appreciate your help but I'm intelligent enough to explain things myself." I said it as calmly as possible under the circumstances, but I could feel my blood boiling. This housemate has a history of speaking her mind; not a day goes by without her injecting her views, whether anyone asked to hear them or not. I respect her confidence in herself, and the fact that like me she does try to live as independently within her means as possible, but it is frustrating to see how she treats others sometimes. Perhaps this is one of the reasons "MC" became a bit more assertive, as a way to counter the energy this housemate gives off. I began to say things about feeling like a punk, about wanting to be treated with some respect, about doing my best to be helpful and not cause trouble. I received many reassuring words from the CNA and those same two housemates, plus a pat on the back from the same person who irked me to begin with. The conversation mellowed down as we began to talk about about the cleanliness of Jamaica, the free healthcare in Canada, and how the homes all go on a trip each year to give a break from the norm, just a little something to break the monotony. Reflecting on how I've spent most of my life in Florida, save for a few years in California and the limited amounts of time I spent in the bottom-most states, I realize I haven't left the United States. Perhaps being on a plane for the first time, and going somewhere new, if I am able to stay here long enough, may help me to put these last few months--if not my entire life--in a brand-new perspective.