One in three children in Washington, D.C. lives in a home where there simply is not enough food for them to eat. That means they go to bed hungry. They wake up hungry. They go to school hungry.
We live in a region that is blessed with such diversity; there are people of so many different races, creeds, and colors. But they all share one thing in common: they truly want better for their community.
We live in a region that consistently makes "best" lists -- 50 Best Cities, Best Cities to Find a Job. The truth is, those lists only apply to some of our community's residents. For others, this has become an increasingly difficult place to live with resources that are always just out of reach.
This December 9th is the due date of a woman I will probably never meet. She lives in a tarpaulin-tent in some woods behind a convenience store, in a Maryland town a few miles north of where I sit right now. Few of our clients are expectant women, but it's not unheard of.
I couldn't help but tear up when a little girl told the crowd that "adoption is when your auntie becomes your mommy." So much power in one sentence.
"Some kids are here 12 hours a day. This is the only place they eat. If we take care of the kids, they will take care of the school."
In the past, there would be few options left for kids like Kevin. He would have continued to bounce from one foster setting to another without much chance of getting better. Not only would he never have the love and stability of a family, but he would likely spend much of his life in jail.
When I go to buy groceries, I am not interested in the Boy Scouts' latest accomplishments. Standing at Bethesda Cares' table, I hate it when shoppers ignore me.