Some corners never look like much from the outside.
Ours never tried to. At a glance, it was just a faded wall, a loading door, and a strip of pavement weathered by fifteen years of footsteps and seasons.
But this was where the work began.
Where donations arrived in the cold and the heat.
Where staff unloaded bags, sorted boxes, and made small decisions that quietly shaped someone else’s day.
Where people carried hope into a place that was trying, in its own small way, to do good.
A quiet corner, yes.
But it held more life than anyone driving past could ever know.
More to come.
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