I went to the Poverello House (a homeless shelter) a couple of weekends ago. I wanted to share my journal entry with you...

"I was nervous to go because I have never done anything like this before.  After I went I felt like it was an eye-opener. My dad always talks about how lucky I am to have a roof over my head, a warm bed and it really gets annoying.  But now I know how true it is. Seeing their home, canvas tents, and all their belongings in one bag made me appreciate all the things I have.  The conditions that they are in, a child eagerly eating a meal with the knowledge she may not get another one for awhile. They are like me, they want to be liked and loved, they want to fit in.  Just their situation makes it a little harder. They deserve better than a garbage dump for a meal. They were all nice to me when they could have been jealous, spiteful, and mean because I had everything they wanted. To see them and their reaction to me made me feel grateful. I felt a light glowing from me as I refilled their water. I felt simple and whole. I felt that I was doing something noble and honest with my life in the image of God. I hope to serve at the Poverello House again in the near future."