I walked out into the rain, into the cold, into a sea of mostly men. There is a cover above part of the parking lot but it is a sun cover to protect people from the summer rays. It is not waterproof in the slightest. I look down at the ground. It is soaked and there are large puddles forming everywhere. My sleeping bag will be of little use because it will instantly get wet. I will most likely have to stand the whole night to stay dry or squat. And while I have layers of clothing on, I am starting to get cold. I was counting on that sleeping bag to stay warm. Still I will be all right. We are allowed to leave here anytime; we just can’t get back in tonight if we do.
I look around and only about half of the people around me are as well prepared as me. A few better, most worse. How are they all going to make it through the night? I’m shocked that I don’t hear about homeless deaths every morning on the news. Maybe they just aren’t newsworthy.
Excerpt from “Homeless Hero – Understanding the Soul of Home” ~ Mike Tapscott





An overwhelming thank you goes out to the Val Vista Lakes Women’s Club for their unbelievable generosity this past week in launching our first “Pack Party” at their monthly membership meeting. 







