The Original Party People have left the building, and high tailed it back down south where there is no snow.
Yesterday was wonderful as usual, as we spent the day feeding those way less fortunate then ourselves. It is not an easy thing to do. I volunteer at this place on "normal" days, but it is especially hard to see that some people literally have no one on a holiday.
I believe it sucks out just a bit of your soul, and that is a gift to those people. I hope it gave even just a spark of hope or love to people that have none.
Some there were not coherent enough to express thanks, but you could see it in their eyes. They are the ones that people talk about-oh the homeless, they are just strung out, drunks, or mentally ill.
These people are sick. The last time I checked, sick people deserve our compassion, our love. They deserve our charity and our patience. They deserve help and understanding, not contempt and intolerance.
Some of the people were none of these things, and they are just down on their luck. The deserve all said things too. They are humans, they are hurting, they are in trouble, and they need help.
God, fate, or whoever you believe in has blessed me in countless ways. I have been overly blessed. I truly believe you never know just how blessed you are until you see those who have so much less. Those that have so little you wonder how they survive.
I am so thankful, oh yes I am.