There’s a homeless youth center near downtown Seattle that offers meals, hot showers, laundry, computer use, emergency services, etc. I think what they’re doing is fantastic…I shudder to think about what it would be like to be young and living on the streets.
So, the husband commented the other day that he was walking past the center as pallets of food were being delivered. Corndogs, heat-and-serve hamburgers, soda pop. No fresh food at all. Not even juice.
I know that this center, like so many social services, is coping with budget shortfalls. And I know that processed food is often cheap food (and I mean cheap in terms of money and quality), but it’s really a shame that kids who could perhaps benefit the most from good nutrition are probably the last ones to have access to it.
That’s all I’m going to say about that. Tomorrow, I’ll be talking about starting the day right with breakfast.