Dear Anonymous,
Another morning like many but then as the guys disperse and I am getting into my car a woman walking by, a pedestrian, stops. Apparently she's been watching.
'Are you helping out here?' she asks me.
Inside I never know if this is help, but it is connection.
And it's not me, it's a lot of us... a lot of Dear Anonymous's.
She smiles, fumbles in her pocket and hands me cash. And a big smile. I immediately walk into the coffee shop and translate that into more coffee cards...and hand them out.
And so it goes. The words of a recent contributor ringing in my ears:
'If we all just did a little more we could turn this ship around.'
Amen.