While distributing clothing last night I saw a frail old woman standing patiently at the end of my table. She lacked sufficient winter clothing. I proceeded to pull gloves, scarf, socks, etc. from the boxes and give them to her. Her eyes teared up a little. She reached out and hugged me – then she just held on for a long long time. I stayed there for as long as she needed me to, and without any words I let her know that I was her friend. She gave me about a dozen kisses on both cheeks. I could feel some heavy emotion, but also something that felt like relief in her space. Relief that people cared. I did not have a translator handy, but I got the point. And I know that she got the point too.


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