We're sitting in an ER waiting room. Never have oxymorons been so apparent to me. With a place that is normally dull and depressing, a poor, dying, alcoholic, old, wasted, broken, homeless man by the name of Robert Ray Spring is entertaining and lively, cheering us up, a group of 8 college kids. We're wasting our night sitting with him hoping he gets into detox before it's 3 am. We're all exhausted and sleep deprived but we wouldn’t want to be anywhere else. This is what NOLA's all about. Sitting in horrible conditions all out of pure untainted love for the people here. It doesn’t matter what they've done or where they've been. Its all about where we can help them go. If it’s a better place than they're going to right now, then is SO worth it. As long as the end destination is even a fraction of an inch different from before, its worth it. Worth sacrificing sleep, worth spending countless hours in uncomfortable chairs, sitting on cold cement, getting soaked with rain, smelling awful, being broke from giving too much, getting sick from shaking too many hands, missing meals from spending too much time on the streets. Its all what we live for! Its so worth every missed materialistic moment is worth a second of a changed life. WORTH IT!