Each week when I step out of my truck, I don’t know what to expect. This week was no different. I have been preaching to Shauna for weeks now to get to the front of the line and you will get a radio and anything else you heart desires. This week she was first to be served. “I am first in line this morning Brian” she shouted with excitement. “Can I get a radio please?” She also helped herself to a Butterfinger, a power bar, sandwich, some chips and she even grabbed some beef sirloin soup for her lunch later on in the day. “This is like Wal-Mart” she said, “Can I have your Avalanche?” She kept coming back for more and more after she left the line, when I called her on it she said “But I was first in line this week, I get to keep coming back right?” Patrick was there again, he offered to help pick up the trash that accumulates. He said it was hard for him to get in line this morning because he could not maneuver his wheel chair around all my friends that were sleeping in line as they waited on me to arrive. While this statement saddens me, I am also overjoyed I can help others in this capacity, to the point of where they would like to get in line early enough to end up falling asleep as they waited for me. Chris and Sheila returned from Kansas this week. Sheila is 4 months pregnant and they both look so happy. They brought some family back with them for me to meet. Sheila asked for a radio. She said she is a sign holder. All she has is the honking horns and the kicking of the baby all day. She hoped the radio will keep her sane. Speaking of sanity … Steven was waiting patiently in line again this morning. When it was his turn to get some goodies he looked at me as said “I speak in plural but I am not insane”. I smiled and said “Really now? I would think that WE speak in plural and WE are hungry not crazy” “Ooops” he said “Can we have a sandwich and some cookies please? We are starving” I smiled, hooked him up with a bunch of goodies and told him to have a wonderful blessed day. Steven looked at me and said “Oh I will” Now this really put a smile on my face and I said “WE'LL see you next week”. Mississippi was in line again this week. “Do you have my shoes this week?” He kindly asked. Unfortunately I forgot them at home. I promised I would bring his size 12 shoes to him next week. “God bless you and thanks” He said as he walked away with a smile, “See you next week” I shouted. After loading my truck back up this morning I thought to myself, there are so many stories to tell. Each and every person in that line has a story of their own. Maybe one day, with pride and dignity, all their stories will be told.