I volunteer at a free café
feeding homeless and hungry people.
One day, a frail lady in her late 40s wearing many layers of clothing walked up and down the line of people waiting to be served, handing out little candy hearts.
She sat at my table and told me her story: Once her children were grown, her husband had severely beaten her and cast her into the street. After she became homeless, she learned that he had given her AIDS.
She knew she was dying, but gave out candy hearts to try and bring happiness into every person’s day.