Ducking the crowds in the darkened sanctuary of the church that hosts our PADs shelter in the wintertime. We always manage to overstaff these things, and the do-gooders generally trample each other in an effort to make sure everyone's fed and bedded.
Frozen rain is falling outside; sleet sheeting every surface with ice.
Tonight a well-dressed gentleman walked in long after everyone was signed in and chatting over their plates piled high with fried chicken and mashed potatoes and green bean casserole. He said, "this is my first night homeless: what do I do?"
Eat, we told him, and warm up some. Then we'll do the paperwork.
Posting by cameraphone. Dry & warm & and a little bit heartbroken.
Wednesday, December 23, 2009
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