My Tuesday morning volunteer shift at the street ministry was set to begin. Men and women living outdoors waited around in the parking lot, listening to music on their phones, shooting the shit, pulling it together, and smoking cigarettes. Breakfast duty consisted of pouring percolator coffee into paper cups and then whipping up a variety of orders for the clientele: cream, sugar, four sugars, milk, hot chocolate, sweetness and the occasional coffee over Lucky Charms, Froot Loops or oatmeal.
Hot Cocoa Bombs (Away) Part 1
Hot Cocoa Bombs (Away) Part 1
Hot Cocoa Bombs (Away) Part 1
My Tuesday morning volunteer shift at the street ministry was set to begin. Men and women living outdoors waited around in the parking lot, listening to music on their phones, shooting the shit, pulling it together, and smoking cigarettes. Breakfast duty consisted of pouring percolator coffee into paper cups and then whipping up a variety of orders for the clientele: cream, sugar, four sugars, milk, hot chocolate, sweetness and the occasional coffee over Lucky Charms, Froot Loops or oatmeal.