In the neighborhood where I was raised, socializing with homeless individuals became a daily occurrence. My parents could not afford for us to live anywhere else, so we lived in Starrett City, where the government subsidized our apartment. Consequently, the experiences of my youth enabled me to be more sympathetic and compassionate for a community that I grew up with. When learning about the Holy Apostles Soup Kitchen, I was excited to participate in a setting that provided more than just nourishment, but also an opportunity for the underserved to engage in conversation, create friendships, and obtain social amenities. I too made meaningful relationships, both with other volunteers and with guests. There was one homeless man that I conversed