By Kelly Gaskins
August 22, 2013
Fall has always been my favorite season of the year. I love the changing colors, the crisp cool temperatures, bowls of warm hearty soup and chili, sipping hot chocolate by the fireplace, holiday festivities and traditions, and nestling in bed under my blankets and quilt in the best sleeping weather I think there is.
Yes, fall is my favorite season but only because I’m fortunate to have all the comforts a warm home provides and a life loving and secure shared with those who care about me. But that’s not the case for many who don’t have what I have.
Since the tragic loss of The Baker House shelter and soup kitchen there are many in this community who dread the fall season because they have no home to protect them from the cold, no hot food to warm them, nor surrounded by those who truly care about them.
When the cold seasons approach, I appeal to you to remember those who do not have the warm, loving, secure comforts you and I do. I petition you to share what you have in some way with those who have not and remain humble that your life isn’t affected by the cold weather.