I came home at 4.45 one Sunday morning thinking “Well that was a quiet night, we didn’t do much”. Then I began to think about the people we had had met and helped – the drunk guy lying in the middle of the road who we sobered up a little with water and got him safely on to a bus home with his friend; the girl we gave flip flops to who was so grateful and said she worked for the NHS who thought we were wonderful and she was going to do some fundraising for us……the guy who had fallen and got a nasty cut above his eye and we managed to stem the bloodflow with anti-sceptic wipes, the bag we found with clothes in and no-one around, handed in to the Police and a few more encounters.

Then I began to realise that I had to be careful with my thoughts as what might be “normal” and “mundane” to us i.e. showing unconditional love and care to all, could make such a huge difference in the lives of any one or more of the people we help – maybe we’ll find out in heaven!