PHOTO PROMPT – © Ted Strutz
I was not expecting to fall in love that day. Neither were you.
My expectations: feel better about myself, share with those in need.
Your expectations: get some food in the midst of an unexpected emergency and hope no one you know sees you do it.
You never know when it could be you, or someone you love, or someone you can learn to love. Now every Tuesday, when we can, with our children when they’re old enough, we drive over to the soup kitchen to do our part to help a little bit.