Life In The Slow Lane
Jimmy was happy he had finally made it to the warm climate in the land of manyana. He considered himself a professional bum. The Eastern shores had turned out too cold…
A Day At The Mission
Mornings at the Mission begin around 8 am with the cook, thrift store and myself prepping things for the day. Breakfast is made, money is counted and clothes and shelves…
Angels In Human Form
We see a variety of folks down here at the Mission, both volunteering and needing our help. People of all colors, religions, political inclinations, ages and sexes. And occasionally a…
Michael Get A Home
Michael (not his real name) came to us from Texas via Louisiana where he was born and raised. He grew up on his Dad's fishing boat, but was displaced after Hurricane…
Stinkin’ Thinkin’ Or The Mindset Of Champions
James came in the other day and wanted to volunteer so I asked him if he could bag some food for the food pantry and gave him a list of food…