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Food Bank
by Elsie Schuett Flynn she's stuck in the wheel chair. he bathes her and fixes her hair and pushes her down the street. like so many others, they can't make ends meet and, as a last resort, turn to charities for food, so they have something to eat. they were doing just fine, their kids are all grown and out on their own. then, she had a stroke and he lost his job. like so many folks, they could no longer pay for their home and the bank foreclosed. now they're in a section eight one bedroom apartment, the heat and hot water is included. sorry, no pets allowed (cats or dogs). in the basement, there's a storage compartment. they'll be there until he finds another job. each day, the faces change and the stories vary. but the hope is the same: to get some food and hope it will carry them through a week or maybe two. a few bags won't go far. we wish there was more. for now, that's all we can do. www.elsieflynn.blogspot.com please notify author when printing / reprinting this article [email protected] Article Source: http://www.faithwriters.com |