Storytime: So this funeral director I know lives in a house with no garage and with on-street parking. So when she gets home from work every day she has been standing on the porch in front of her front door and stripping, leaving her clothes and her shoes there, going inside and showering, and then afterwards coming back out to get her clothes to wash them.
Yesterday she came home from work to discover that one of her neighbors had erected a tent on her stoop for her to change in. Inside the tent were three sets of scrubs and a note that if she just left her dirty laundry there, that her neighbor would take care of it for her, and thanking her for her service.
It feels overwhelming, it feels like we’re all alone, but it’s probably important to know that there are good people out there and they notice what you’re doing.