Helping the Homeless

I get to spend a lot of time alone, doing what I do.

I’m alone when I walk the tracks, searching for friends in jungle camps. I’m alone when I drive to and fro across the city to crews on the North, West and Southeast sides of town. I’m alone when I’m parked on some side street to make sandwiches in the back of my van.

I take the responsiblity of serving food to my homeless friends seriously. I buy fresh ingredients to prepare daily; I work in a safe, clean environment; and I only prepare what I would eat myself. Afterall, I'm serving The King. Besides, I eat sandwiches most everyday.



Every week, I pick up boxes of chips and snacks from a local distributor to pass along to food shelves, drop-in centers and my homeless friends.



Local churches collect clothing from youth groups and individual members that I share with my friends who need a change of rags.


I get cases of ‘dollar store surplus’ cookies and friends help me pass these along to food shelves and old folks homes. I make smaller, ‘snack-size’ bags of cookies to put in bag lunches for my friends.



When people ask me what the homeless need, I try to explain all the hurts and wants and hopes that I see everyday on the streets. I try to explain their need for family ... and friends.

And then, I just give them this picture and say, “We always need stuff like this.”

Then I say, "Thank you, friend ... for asking."

Kelly