The Feeling of Family House
Published on July 11, 2011
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My coworker Amy Lenz, who is the Volunteer Coordinator at Family House was walking down the stairs to her office in the 10th House when she walked by a family and overheard a mom say to her little boy,
“Ah, were home”.
After getting back to her office, Amy immediately emailed me this story…because these are the kind of moments that we (the staff) live for here at Family House. We want to be the home away from home you never knew you had. We want to be the community you can come to for support, who will always be waiting with open arms to help shelter you from life’s little storms. So for any who find yourself knocking on our door for a place to stay…Just know you are always welcome, and I hope you will feel at home here.