Nancy is new to the block (Dorothy Day area). She poured her coffee; waited in line for barbeque meatballs; and then strolled over to the clothing table. She whispered, "Do you have a phone card?" Without waiting for an answer, she told me her story. "I'm from Louisiana. I ran away from my husband three years ago because he was beating me. I haven't been in contact with anyone in my family since; they think I'm dead. It is time that I call them and tell them that I'm alive...Thank God for all this (pointing at her food, coffee, and "new" jacket)..." We delivered Nancy's phone card the following Monday.