As many of you know I work in the non-profit world of affordable housing. The organization that I am affiliated with owns approximately 500 front doors, units that we lease to the elderly, people with mental health issues, HIV/AIDS, and individuals and families who would otherwise be homeless without our assistance. This is a second career for me, one that has been impactful on my life, more so than what I did in the first 30 years of my working life.
I don’t know what your grocery stores look like but the two I shop at are empty. The mission church I attend asked for care packages to distribute to the homeless population my church serves this morning. The request was simple, peanut butter crackers, fruit cups, Vienna sausages, cereal bars, granola bars, and a bottled water packed in gallon-sized freezer bag. I headed to the store last night to…
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