his is Nancy’s story. The Salvation Army was looking for volunteers to “man” the food trucks that went out into the neighborhoods of Detroit. So, I volunteered and was on a food truck within a week. There were four of us (one of us was a photographer), two to serve and one to drive.The meals being served were quite complete with food that had been prepared in The Salvation Army kitchen in downtown Detroit.
What amazed me was where the homeless people lived. We would pull up to an abandoned building with the windows broken out and surrounded by litter. When the people heard the truck, out they came.
There were single people, old people and families with children. I don’t know how they lived in those buildings, but they were living there. They came out happily and eagerly, especially the children. We were advised not to touch the people, but I couldn’t resist. How could I hand them a plate without giving their hand a soft touch?
They noticed too. There was nothing to be afraid of. They were beautiful and it was my privilege to serve them. We spent about four hours driving through a planned route. The truck did not go to every neighborhood every day, but the people seemed to know when to expect it.
What can you do?
If not today, when?
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