There are two foodbanks the city I live in that I make use of, one at a Catholic church that requires you live in the parish, another run by the city, and both limit your visits to once every 60 days.
There’ll probably be nothing particularly insightful here today. My fuel level is pretty low right now, along with my mood, so you’d be forgiven for tabbing back to Facebook or Twitter right now if you like.
I do know that kindness is often equated to weakness, but that as well is a fence built by experience and sway from those that have come before us who’ve built one themselves. It is in fact a primitive muscular strength, one pillar of many holding up the foundations of the homes we continually build for ourselves throughout our lives.