Soup Kitchen

Soup Kitchen
On Friday, December sixth, two thousand and two, for my sociology class project, myself and a few of my classmates volunteered to help out at the soup kitchen in downtown Valdosta Georgia. Tedrick Nyack and myself left my office around ten thirty in the morning to begin our voyage to the soup kitchen. On our way to the soup kitchen we were feeling a little anxious not knowing what to expect. As we pulled into what seemed to be a parking lot I got pretty nervous. The parking lot was covered in gravel and dirt and it led up to the beat up screen door and to the side of the entrance there was a worn out sign that said Soup Kitchen. There were about three or four men standing outside on the porch of the Soup Kitchen. We said hello to the gentlemen and we were very friendly. They smiled and in return, they were friendly back and returned our greeting.
As we entered the Soup Kitchen door there was a gentleman in a green sweater and green tossel cap. His pants were s...