My parents and my uncle David went down to a homeless shelter and served/prepared dinner. It wasn't too bad at all, it's something I wouldn't mind doing something like more often. There were some wild people there. Most of them were nice, but there were a couple of people had mental problems. I feel sorry for some of the kids of the people that lived there.

They served pretty decent food. Most of it was donated second hand, but it really wasn't too bad. They had better food then I would have had here at my apartment. Anyway, now I'm home my tummy is full and I'll feel good.