Saint Mikie at the church of imagine art.
This is a story of the love for a group of artist and Saint Mikie gives and gives. The use of his truck in the movement of paintings or refreshments etc. He gives money every month. He used ti mop floors and clean the bathroom, and take out the trash and bring a flower once a week.
Saint Mikie received in return for his help over eight years nothing but two birthday cards from cut out colored paper, no gas money, no one asked him to lunch, no one would call me to remind about the imagine art breakfast. I am just another member and what would have made me happy is the use of some of the money that I gave to imagine art should have been used for flowers when ever needed