Heartbroken

I think that if I were an actual staff member at my shelter, my heart would be broken every day. It's one thing to get excited about hospitality, dignity, respect, and hope. It's another to fight for it daily, wholly. It is my job to talk about the successful journeys, and to interact with community members and persuade them to fight for the cause. Those stories give me hope, provide me with the understanding that there are solutions, and it is worth the fight. But today my heart breaks for a family split up. For the poor who can't figure out how to dig themselves out of their financial holes. For those who fight like there's no tomorrow and still can't find the hope they seek. Today I mourn those who live in the terrifying condition we call homelessness...because they are my neighbors.