A conversation that most of us have had at some point in our lives. “What do you do when you see a homeless person on the streetcorner?” Look away? Reach for some spare change? Keep your eyes on the road or the sidewalk and move on by?
Sitting in our family room one evening, Mike shared that he carried granola bars in his glovebox and gave them away to those needing them. Over the next few years, more stories emerged about the love that people carry and dispense from their gLovebox. Wool socks. Bus and subway tokens. Gift certificates to homeless friendly restaurants. Maps to soup kitchens. Redeemable thrift store dollars.
Amazingly, an outdated, overstuffed, and frequently cluttered car compartment that rarely seems to carry gloves, has become much more for some people.
Gloveboxes, have become staging areas for an outpouring of love into the world.
Everyone likes a good love story.
This is a place to hear one.
Or perhaps to tell yours.
