Our House e-newsletter September & October 2012 | Page 16

“Oh, Dakota talks about Our House a lot,” her mom explained.
“Every night she prays for Our House Shelter and the people
who live there.” I asked if that had been mom‟s idea.
“No, it was her idea. Dakota is my sweetheart.” Her mom went
on to say, “we were at a wishing well the other day, and I gave
her a penny to toss in for a wish. She used it to wish her sister
wouldn‟t be allergic to dogs since she knows how much her
sister wants a dog.” Wanting to give her a chance at a wish for
herself Dakota‟s mom gave her another penny.
She used her wish on the people who live at Our House.
As I gave Dakota a hug and said goodbye, I tried to hide the
tears in my eyes. We walked down the path together. At the
bottom, the two sisters paused to jump off the end of the path
onto the asphalt driveway. They weaved their way through
flowers and bushes, jumping from paver to paver to the front
of the Shelter. With total openness and love, they sprung
through the Shelter door bringing much more than cupcakes
and dinner to the homeless people waiting inside.