reposting classic Kelly for the libs of the lemmyverse

I live in one of the poorest neighborhoods in Portland. An intentional community provided designs and tools in exchange for materials. About 20 houses built these together, then the community helped install them.

We live across the street from a park. In the summer, especially, unhoused people - often with kids - stop by to take books back to their cars and trailers.

My wife is a social worker, and the library has been a great pretext for her to engage with folks, help them find services faster than if they started at the front door, and for us to give them food and water.

We're not trying to reconcile jack shit. We're trying to share and be helpful, and have succeeded a little.