For need of food, the person was lost. For want of a person, a community was lost. For lack of care by a community, the soul of a nation ceased to exist
Why throughout history it is always the woman.
Who steps up when someone is hungry, destitute or has no where else to turn?
Who suffers the most when the man just leaves and the children are hungry, wet and crying?
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Over and over her words stumbled out from pursed lips, “I’m not supposed to be here. This is not the life I had planned it to be!”
In fact, she didn’t seem at all like the ‘type’. Attractive, tall and lean with auburn hair in clean kept braids. Shoes, belt and purse correctly accessorized.
No she was not one’s vision of a ‘typical’ person in need of a meal, standing in the Ukiah Community Food Bank line. Yet upon closer view one could see the lines of a depressed, confused soul in her forward slumping shoulders and dark circled eyes. .
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