It's humbling going to SafeHouse sometimes. You can walk through the gate thinking of what a rough day it's been, all the things you need to get done, all the stress and pressure you have to deal with...then you talk to someone who worries about where they will spend the night, whether the shelter will let them in if they get late, or if they will be able to get an extra meal for the night, except they don't come at you with all these worries. They come at you with a smile and a handshake and say thank you for talking with them. It still amazes me! And reminds me to be grateful for every little thing, everyday.