We are three-quarters through our year and each month we have seen new faces come in for help. While we do have paperwork (and now the new computer system) that we have to maintain for our records and for the USDA government requirements, the families that come through our doors are much, much more than their card number we process through and send on their way. Each one has a story. Do you think people line up hours before we open just for the fun of it? Do you realize what it takes to humble yourself and ask for help? Yes, it comes easier for some than others. Unfortunately, many of the people we help are regulars who have been coming for years. I say unfortunately because it is a shame that the elderly, the disabled, the single parents can't make ends meet. On the other hand, those of us who work at Joseph's Storehouse have come to know these people like extended family. When we see them come in we can ask about their children and grandchildren (and great grandchildren). We can ask how their surgery went or if they are over their cold. We can ask if they got that job they were hoping for. While we may not have the foreknowledge of the new people, we take the time to listen to their stories of how they came to be here. This one was recently laid off from work. That one works for himself and had an accident that will keep him from working for months. This one's husband left her and the children and she doesn't know what to do. Another has terminal cancer with months to live. Everyone has a story. For all who come through our doors, we can pray with them, encourage them, and show them that God's love is still alive and well. We can touch their hearts, encourage their souls, and feed their bodies. Will you help us help them?