Dear Anonymous,
This morning they came upon the treasure trove of recently delivered sweatshirts and socks and back packs. Like hungry birds. Mike who I have known for years now yells at the guys as they approach my car, 'No more swearin'. You don't have to swear now...' and I know he is trying to be respectful around me. He is always trimming in the troops.
One young boy/man is stumbling with a blanket over his shoulders. The group all know he's struggling so they round him up without making a big deal of it and we all pitch in to fill a backpack with sweaters, and thermal shirts, and socks and hand it to him. He is cold. He accepts it. 'Do you have a sleeping bag?' he asks.
The guys are offering advice on how and what to layer. One man who has just taken a jacket from the bin now looks at the young man and says 'Here. This will fit you better.' and takes off his jacket and hands it to him. And it does. It fits him well.
Thank you, all you Dear Anonymous's who show up with resources.
They are gratefully received.
And about this image. Well, this matches how desperate it feels out there at times.