I can’t believe it has been
almost a year since we opened in our beautiful new building! This place has
been a blessing to so many people in our community, and so much of what we do
is dependent on the support of our wonderful part of the world.
Sometimes it is one of the little
things we do that causes the most joy to one of our clients. For instance, we
allow homeless individuals to have their mail sent here until they find
housing. Many of them are expecting new ID cards, birth certificates, etc., so
this is a worthwhile service, no matter how much of a hassle it can be (some
people only check their mail once every 6 months or so!). At least once per
week, you can hear me threatening to discontinue this program due to the time
it takes.
But then, you get a day like
today. I was swamped with work on my computer, many voices calling my name for
questions, etc.---in other words; a typical Friday! When a small, quiet young
woman came to my office door to ask if she had any mail, I sighed and started
searching through the stack. When I found the one, hand written envelope with
her name on it, she teared up and held it close to her chest. Turns out her
husband is in jail, and she is homeless herself—the only way he can communicate
with her is through the letters he sends to her care of Hope House. She is so
appreciative, and I am so contrite to realize how much something that irritates
me just makes her day.
The little things—or maybe not so
little?
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