Many hands make light work. So, everyone who goes contributes just a little bit and that lightens the people's hearts that much more.

I kinda felt guilty coming back to a home when I left people that didn't have one.

They each have a story to tell about what they went through: an 82-year-old lady standing on her bed in chest deep water before it started to recede. After you talk to them, listen to them, you see that glimmer of hope in their eyes that people in this country still do care.

He may not be the one on my hand but, he is the one in my heart

It feels like all we ever do in this world is break each others’ hearts.

Just a little bit goes a long way.