Sometimes when I come home from Kensington I feel so hopeless and angry. Like, how can this possibly get better? Seems like it’s just getting worse. So many people are down there suffering. We hear such heartbreaking stories, see so many of the same people out there. Week after week, looking worse and worse. Will we see them next week? Will they make it? I met J today at K&A, and after I gave him a blessing bag (a bag of snacks with juice, a resource paper and a little note) and a pair of socks, he told me “thank you” and started to cry. He apologized for “being so emotional,” and said that he’s just so thankful. So thankful for a few snacks and clean pair of socks. Damn.