Today while we were at a local pita restaurant waiting for the owner to show up so that we could ask for jobs at the local pita restaurant D and I saw a homeless man in a wheel chair. He was struggling up a driveway and his task looked difficult, tugging ever so awkwardly at our heartstrings. Having beaten the drive the man then wheeled over to a Catholic church, let his legs down from their resting place and stood up. "Hey, he can walk" D said, eyebrows raised. "Seems like it would have been easier for him to push the wheel chair up that drive way instead of using his arms to push the wheels the regular way". "Maybe he's got Arthritis, working out,hiding the fact that he's not crippled... or something" I said, reaching. We watched the man walk over to the front of the church,shuffle behind a bush, pull down his pants and pee against the wall. Now my eyebrows were raised, "thats a church!" I exclaimed. Dan laughed "isn't that a mortal sin? Thou shalt not pee on a place of worship?"