My birthday is this week. Except for my parents when I was young and Baby Daddy because it’s funny, I don’t ask for gifts. (I have always accepted them, but never asked) This year I’m making an exception. Times are hard all around. We are blessed. We have a warm, dry place to sleep and food on our table. So for my birthday, I’m asking for contributions to Our House Shelter for Working Homeless.
This center helps families get back on their feet. They help parents get job skills and then jobs, find permanent housing, provide basic necessities for their families. I cannot think of a more worthy calling than giving people their dignity.
Do what you can. Not because of me, but because no one reading this blog is worried about how to feed their kids tonight. Too many other people are. My birthday wish is for the dignity of work for every parent trying to raise their children the best that they can.