I held onto the hand of my shivering granddaughter as we waited our turn to get into the huge barn-like building. We couldn\’t see inside because of the length of the line up and so we passed our time watching the outside lineups.
Volunteers were busily placing frozen turkeys into bags at the head of one line up and in the other, families and individuals were receiving milk.
The parking lot was filled with trucks and cars and still more were waiting to get onto the lot. Strangely, though vehicles were blocked, no one honked nor appeared impatient. It seemed surreal as though everyone had been touched by something magical.
Finally we could see into the building and I was overcome with emotion as my eyes took in hundreds of overflowing boxes...