Hanging with the Homeless
A few years back I took a trip with some of my friends to St. Louis, Missouri, to help out homeless shelters and give food to the homeless. One of my long time fears, meeting the homeless, would soon come to a screaming halt. Joe, my best friend, sat by me on the excruciating bus ride up there. The trip, being extremely long, seemed like it took forever to arrive in St. Louis.
When we first arrived to St. Louis, we drove straight to the homeless shelter and started laboring…
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