when i was in undergrad me and the frat brothers used to have a lil thanksgiving (the american holiday, not trinidad thansgving) celebration in the frat house especially for the neighborhood yutes (the area around the frat house lil downpressed). the lil fellas them was real happy, running around, playing. they eat till they belly full.
when we finish now, is because it still have food left over so me, one of the other bruhs and a nex chick decide to carry it to a homeless shelter. we gone to where the place supposed to be but we not seeing no lights, nothing. out of nowhere a man walk, knock on the door and gone inside, so we say ok, this is the place. gone inside and the place is bare bones, u seeing bricks, no casting or anyting, first time i see a building so in the USof A. we offering the ppl food and this hobo was in the corner scrubbing an enamel cup, all of a sudden the man asking us if we want hot chocolate. when i was pledging i went thru real hell but i never cry...but that moment nearly bring tears to meh eyes. the man had so little but still offered us something. the ride back to campus was real quiet.