Then came Covid. Lockdowns, NO way to get in to speak to anyone, so there went that dream. I got sick with covid first wave. Months of trying to get better and gain strength to survive myself. I gave up. NO not me! I eventually got better. During this process I started to see so many homeless people just a short walk from my house. At the 7-11. I started talking to the homeless daily. I listened to them sometimes for hours. They all knew me. NO one else paid attention. I started making food for them, buying roasted Chicken on Thursdays at The Fresh Market and feeding them. I could not stop. I was drawn to them like best friends. I decided to add the homeless cause to my 501-C3 Non-Profit. I had to do something; I could not ignore them. My heart hurt at night, and I lost sleep many nights when it was cold or raining. I watched the addict suffer. I prayed constantly that I would get stronger and go after my dreams, and so I did.