Dear Anonymous,
Someone says 'Good Morning' and asks to speak privately.
I grow concerned.
He takes me aside and whispers 'Do you have any boxer briefs?' And yes, I say, yes yes yes and I have never been so happy as to hand a man a new pair of boxers in the middle of Commercial Street.
I remember being so penniless as a young woman that hygiene products became difficult and then impossible to purchase. There is no one I knew at that time that I could have whispered in their ear and had them just hand me those items. So, it is with a certain joy that I hand him boxers and he may wonder why that made me so damn happy but the correlation is close enough to my heart.
Someone else stops by looking for a hot cup of coffee.
Their gear...all their life's stuff in a very used looking black garbage bag tied with a knot on the sidewalk. Need a backpack? Yes, his eyes light up. Thank you #maggiesmission.
Meanwhile Mike discusses the recent donation of big block legos and toy tables that he wants to get up to the Family Shelter.
Thank you Dear Anonymous.