I was involved in a feeding program for the homeless community in downtown Dallas for one semester during college.
Each week we would meet a pastor who would drive 30 miles one way with donated food from local fast-food restaurants. Each week we would spend time getting to know the people who came for a meal.
On my first day, I met a man named Charles. He was middle-aged and great at crocheting things. The following week, I decided to bring him some yarn.
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