Yesterday, I was in the group that went to Lutheran Family Services. We went to a warehouse full of the things people need for their homes-- mattresses, chairs, tables, toothbrushes, etc. We were preparing a house for a single man from Burma, so we had to pick out everything that he would need in his small apartment. It really wasn't that much, compared to what we're used to. I think the nicest thing we could give him was a TV, the worst being the fact that we could only give him one plate, cup, and bowl.
We did a lot of driving that day. Eventually, though, we got to the small apartment building. His apartment really was tiny, and it made me realize how big the houses we call small are. The man wasn't there yet, but we started bringing things into the house. There was barely enough space for a small kitchen table and two armchairs, and there were only two rooms, one of which was the bathroom.
After we moved everything from the big truck into the appartment, we were just kind of waiting around. In the room, Edmund found a small yellow toy car. We had seen a couple of little kids next to who I assume was a single mom, and Edmund gave the young boy the little toy car. The thing I remember the most about yesterday was how happy that little boy looked. It reminded me that smaller things than furnishing a home can make someone feel happy.
--Lian Simmer
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