Each night as crawl into my bed I seem to savor the feeling of the cotton sheets, the warmth of the blankets promising seven to eight hours of restful sleep. As I routinely did this the other night, I thought of the many who have no bed, no sheets and sometimes, no blanket. Their bed is on a park bench, in an alley, in a cardboard box, or in a car...
Have they experienced this simple joy that I feel every single night?
And that's just one thing. What do they do when they are thirsty? Need to shower? Go to the bathroom? Hungry? Lonely? Scared? Cold? Tired? Sick? Lost hope?
Although my house is a small and very humble, I must remember it is my home, full of comfort, ease, and safety.