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"Ok, so," Heathers started. She was at the back of her car sorting out bags. "Take these downstairs, the lady at the bottom will show you where they go."
We each grabbed a bag and took it downstairs. There was an old lady sitting on a chair, sorting breads and bagels. "I'm Becky," she said, "those bags can go over there on the table next to the other groceries."
We set the them down and looked around. There were four rows of tables with chairs stacked on each. In the back was a table against the wall with a tray next to it. The kitchen was huge. It had a huge refrigerator, a large closet filled with food donations, and three huge sinks. The stove was huge too, and the counter space was unbelievable.
We walked back over to the Becky and waited for Heather, my dad, and Steve.
As soon as they came down, it was time for work.
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Soup Kitchen Madness
Short StoryHave you and your friends, family, or even youth group volunteer at a soup kitchen? Anything similar to Elijah's Bowl? Well, this is a true story from our day at Elijah's Bowl with our youth group.
