Warming the soles of souls… reminds me of a story I once read about Wolff, a poor, but good boy, reared by his rich, but rapacious aunt who berated him for giving one of his wooden shoes to a forgotten child on Christmas eve. The story goes on (as most forgotten-child-on-Christmas-eve-stories go) to bless Wolff with plentiful gifts while those that scorned the forgotten child were left with nothing on Christmas morning.
Though we are bombarded with these obvious allegories this time of year, we’ve all lived a moment when a pair of shoes or a lift up in some way really made a difference. It doesn’t take a Wolff-like sacrifice to give -- just give a little, then get along with the rest of your day. Call or stop by your local branch to donate.
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