A Thanksgiving Tale From A Shelter Worker I Know...

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7. A place to lay their head...

In my community, we have several assisted living apartment facilities for people who have been homeless. I volunteer at one of them as part of a community choir. Every Tuesday, I visit these friends, we sing together and share the joys and sorrows in our lives, and the residents perform with the choir at our concerts.

Earlier today, my husband and I were part of a team that served Thanksgiving dinner to the residents. The meal is catered by one of the best restaurants in town, the helpings are generous, and seconds are encouraged. The dining area was decorated by our high school choir program, and everyone received a handmade card from one of the students. Prayers are offered and thanks, hugs, and friendship are in abundance.

My title refers to something one of the men said to me. In short, he had once felt alone and invisible, but now he has friends, hope, and "a place to lay my head and call my own".