Opinion
Warm Toes and Fingers
I rounded the corner, peering out the car window. A flicker of movement caught my eye—a figure darting up from the thicket with a quick, deliberate motion, only to duck back down. My heart skipped. Who was that? I was looking for my homeless friends, hoping to bring them a little warmth—hand warmers, blankets, scripture cards—just enough to remind them that someone cares. My eyes scanned the trails near the camps, watching for signs of life.