Home is Where Your Heart Is

I remember one day while driving home from our grandparents and seeing a man walking on the sidewalk that separates the roads. He was carrying a sign that said: “I am hungry, please help.” I felt so sad for a person who probably didn't have a friend's house to go to. I wanted to go home and make a bunch of sandwiches or wraps, go back outside across the street or to downtown, stand at the road and give anyone that was hungry or homeless something to eat and let them know that I care. I think the meaning of home and house has confused people enough so I will explain. House means a place for an oven, cupboards, food, beds, tables or chairs. A home to me means a place of respect, love, acceptance, a place to not feel ashamed of yourself or to think you're not good enough. Encourage yourself even when it’s hard, encourage your family and friends even when they want to give up because it always and I mean always pays off (speaking from experience). That is what home means to me. It also means peace, love and respect. Habitat For Humanity has helped lots of people in the past years just by asking that grade four, five and six write a couple paragraphs about what home means to them. I think that is the least we can do. I am so grateful to have this opportunity to do something for people who are in need of a home.