The building was filled with people that I recognized from my parish. When everything is in order, we gather around in a huge circle for a prayer, and thank the Lord for what we have, and what we can give. We are told the rules as I squeeze my father's hand. It's now six, and people that cook run to their spots in the kitchen as servers pick tables to serve at. My Dad and I pick a table near the front, as two door men open the doors.
Homeless people come pouring in to sit at the tables.
At once I start asking what they want to drink as my dad tells what the dinner is. All at once, there is flurry of diners, and servers. I rush to the beverage stand. My father waits in line for a while to get a dinner on a plate. As I serve, I hear them talking about different things.