A Cold Night and a Warm Meal - Jillian Gowaski
When I was in high school, I signed up to volunteer at our local church for a community soup kitchen. At first, I signed up because I needed the community service hours and I thought it was a good idea for my college apps to make me look more “well-rounded”. It was not until I went and helped out that I realized it meant so much more. Growing up in Massachusetts, the winters are very brisk and frigid, especially for those who may not be as fortunate. The holidays especially are a time of giving, and it became so apparent to me after that evening that I spent time in the soup kitchen. My town in winter When I first got there, there was a small group of about four of us who started setting up the tables and plates and setting out the food that had already been made. At around six, people started to file into the church and grab a plate. We had soup, a salad, rolls, lemonade, water and so much more. I was in awe at everyone who had come together to donate this food to help out our communi...
