As I was leaving the Dallas Convention Center, I walked outside and saw a woman with a child no more than 3 years old, homeless with the big plastic bag we, Operation Care Dallas, gave out on her shoulder, walking away from the convention center. I thought I did some good after four hours of washing feet, applying lotion, putting on new socks and shoes for folks, but the image of that woman made me so sad. How much could I do to help? I prayed for her and her child right there and then, knowing that God knows and I don't have the answer. But maybe I can take on homelessness as my project with the YRNF Policy Committee. I've seen so much during the four hours I volunteered today. I washed, or more accurately wiped with body wipes, the feet of a man who has been locked up for 16 years, longer than I have been in America. I washed a man's feet whose toe nails looked more like melted lead pooled together. Some were too embarrassed to let me washed their feet but rather just take the new socks and shoes. But on the other hand, as I walked out, I also see some folks who were driving up in nice cars, who I believe went in and played the role of homeless folks to receive all the stuffs we give away. Some as I were going behind the curtain to find shoes their size, were grabbing as many of the socks as they can and stuffed them down at the bottom of their bags. Human nature hasn't changed a bit over six thousands years!