by _Lynn_
I belong to a church group and we go out on Sundays and feed the homeless. We are trying to make a difference
The story is good but should have more than one chapter. Did she find the group and her mother?
who was taken by lies . . . I love you. Merry Christmas baby to you & Gabriel.
to Natsha,,Nicola & Verity,,my 3 wonderful girls I lost 20 years ago
through my own fault
Dad JR
And I mean in the best possible way...and literally.
Your story DID give me goose bumps.
Good job. God bless.
A nice reminder of the way things be. And I can understand - almost homeless once my self but a friend took me in until I could get back to taking care of myself. An unpleasant experience but made better through friendship.
Nice story well writte,
Rugrat60
A nice tale about the true meaning of the holidays. Good Job Lynn.
I finished your story with tears in my eyes. You are a talented writer. Thank you for writing and sharing such a beautifully crafted and compassionate story. As I read your story, I was reminded of an exchange between two characters from one of my favorite films, Coppola’s THE CONVERSATION:
[Ann sees a homeless man on a park bench]
Ann: Every time I see one of those old guys, I always think the same thing.
Mark: What do you think?
Ann: I always think that he was once somebody's baby boy. Really, I do. I think he was once somebody's baby boy and he had a mother and a father who loved him, and now there he is, half dead on a park bench, and where are his mother or his father, all his uncles now?
I will definitely be reading your other stories. I love discovering new authors.
Merry Christmas!
Very, very good Lynn. I also tear up thinking of my Mom who passed 47 years ago. Some things you never forget. Thank you. Jim
Well, there you go, inspiring me to go out and be a do-gooder. ;) Great story, Lynn.