In assembly-line fashion, Lonnie and the other volunteers handed out the kits. Having spent time at the shelter, Lonnie knew some of the people there could be rough and unruly, but everyone accepted their gift graciously and offered a humble “thank you” and “God bless you.”
Altogether, three hundred, thirty-five bags were given out. Mr. Marriott told the group that he would keep the rest of the kits in his office for clients who might need them later. When they were through, he called everyone together to express his appreciation for their work.
“And I especially want to thank Lonnie Rodríguez for initiating this wonderful project,” he said. “If it wasn’t for him, our clients wouldn’t have received this special blessing today.”
Everyone applauded, and Lonnie beamed with pride.
He hoped his mother was looking down at him from heaven. If she was, he would like to believe that she’d be pointing at him and shouting to the angels, “Look everybody! That’s my son!”
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