In June 2020, hours after moving into an apartment, my daughter and I stood in the street holding our dogs, hypnotized by billowing smoke. We lost everything. Later, a friend asked how I was doing. “Living it up at the Hampton Inn,” I said, flatly. No questions asked, he and his partner opened their home. My daughter read to their children, our dogs claimed the couch and I sautéed my way through trauma, cooking gratitude into memorable meals. When we left, they gave me a key. I cried for the first time, realizing that the people we call family are home. — LaVonne Roberts
Real Life of an MSW 
You were so fortunate. That sort of assistance is priceless.
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This is not my tale, but that off LaVonne Roberts. I felt compelled to reshare it, to remind us of all that when we speak up, help will arrive, and to highlight the power of one’s support system, and personal healing. Thank you for reading and commenting.
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Two years ago I invited a family that I didn’t know (a friend of a friend) to stay with us while they were healing from a bad accident and couldn’t travel back home. They stayed for 2 months and it was sch an incredibly delightful experience. They held my baby (he was 4 months) and had dance parties with my daughter. While on the outside it seemed like I was being generous, I swear it was the other way around because I got so much from the experience!
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I love your beautiful act of kindness, and have discovered that when we give openly, we get twice amount of the kindness back. Thank you for sharing your story with me and reading today’s post.
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I was online all weekend looking for rocking chairs. I wish I had a porch.
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I have found that rocking chairs are also amazing editions to patios, and the best place to find them are antique shops and flea markets. Thank you for reading!
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