“For I was hungry, and you fed me… I was naked, and you clothed me… I was sick and you visited me…” – Matthew 25: 35-40
I am beyond blessed to have had parents who gave so much to the hungry, poor, lonely and forgotten. And who instilled in a love for us to do the same. From the stranger on the street who lived in a cardboard box, who needed a place to spend the night, to the addict wandering around lost, with only a cruel world to judge him, to the countless refugees across the world scrambling for food or a blanket, that my parents helped, without ever knowing them – they gave, unconditionally. Whether it was a pot of food, a kind word, a silent ear, what they gave was compassion, love and hope. And from an early age, that’s all we ever knew. And I am so blessed for it.