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The Virtuous Hearts Building Fund: A Home For Hope. This will help secure and renovate a facility that will low-income families with dignity, creativity, and care. This Space is a sanctuary of service, a hub for youth empowerment, and a canvas for community transformation.

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We know The Power of GIVING. It can transform lives.

YOUTH INITIATIVE - YOUR TAX DEDUCTABLE DONATIONS HELP YOUTHS & TEENS LEARN A TRADE SKILL. THIS IMPROVES THEIR LIVES AND THEIR FUTURE BECOMES "BRIGHTER". THIS IS HOW IS WAS BACK-IN-THE-DAY.

HELP FAMILIES FIGHTING EVICTION & HOMELESSNESS. 7 FAMILIES ARE MOVING OUT OF SHELTER INTO THEIR OWN SPACE IN 2026. AND GIFTS FOR OUR WOMEN IN THE ANNEX.

ROBERTO N'S QUESTION: IS HE GOING TO HAVE AN F'D UP XMAS? NOT ON MY WATCH HE'S NOT. ROBERTO'S FAMILY LOST THEIR HOME A FEW WEEKS AGO. HE'S SAD. LET'S CHEER HIM UP.

HELP FAMILIES FIGHTING EVICTION & HOMELESSNESS!

You may think that homelessness could NEVER affect you. You're wrong. An accident, natural crisis, death in the family, health problems, or losing your job can put you on the track to homelessness. Most people are one check away from it. Please give Your Support.

BLESS THE HOMELESS

“The Sidewalk Doesn’t Forget”

Beneath the neon hum and hurried feet, a child draws stars on cardboard sheets. Her mother hums lullabies through hunger’s ache, dreaming of warmth she cannot make. A veteran sits with medals worn, his battles fought, his boots still torn. “Still serving,” reads the sign he holds, while silence wraps him in the cold. A teen with eyes like shuttered glass counts the cracks as strangers pass. His backpack holds a fading note— a name, a hope, a thread, a coat.

The old man’s cough blends with the breeze, his stories lost in the city freeze. He once built homes with steady hands, but now sleeps beneath forgotten plans. Each face a chapter, each breath a plea, each night a fight for dignity. The sidewalk doesn’t forget their names— it holds their echoes, grief, and flames. So look again, and let them in. Their stories start where ours begin.