Often in Community there is a quiet exchange of truth. Yours and maybe mine. You come out of chaos and try and share. Your life is out of control with food, you’re desperate for HOPE and HELP and you sit across the table from me trying NOT-to-cry.I
I see the pain dancing in your eyes. I see the fear that where you are will never change. Shaky hands pick up the coffee cup and try to sip with dignity.
In the Quiet of this very small community I share the story I carry. I share the hope I’ve found and the help I can bring. I quietly place it on the table. No bells, so whistles, no potions or products. Simple clean steps.
Stop this, Shift to that. Hold on tight to community, we will be there for you. Take my hand, I can lead you out
I am committed to Every coffee, Every meeting, Everyone I meet who shows interest in my story. I am committed to bringing HOPE and HELP back to the table, and offer it in a quiet exchange.