Hey y’all! I work the night show today, so I spent this morning helpin’ out at the church shelter again.
They got a whole stack of donated soap from a shop in Manhattan—fancy stuff that came in with the wrong labels. It says “Strawberry Crème” but smells like lavender. The shop didn’t want to rewrap it, so they passed it along here.
But the folks at the shelter? They don’t mind a bit.
To them, it ain’t about the label. It’s about havin’ somethin’ clean to hold in your hands. It’s about washin’ off the sidewalk grit and feelin’ human again. I don’t think most folks understand how dignity can live in a hot shower and a bar of soap.
So I’m here, unpackin’ boxes and stackin’ shelves. It’s small work, maybe. But it’s holy in its own way.
—Emma
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