when I was a kid... I grew up in a SMALL town... my teen brother worked construction to pay the house payment and we were POOR.
MY favorite thing to do was visit the local library.. I must have been there everyday for an entire summer! I would sit on the front steps and wait for the librarian to drive up and unlock the door! she knew my card number by heart!
so....
that summer my father found out that our house was going to
auction because of nonpayment of back tax's... at ten I really didnt understand this at the time... but HOMELESS was the word he used...
the day of the auction came and went... nothing happened...
the county commissioner came by the house and told my dad that it had been "taken care of" and to pay the taxes from now on.
that was the day I found out the librarian was the county commissioners wife :D
My family has been the recipients of RAK for SO long.. it has taken hold :D I LOVE to do crafts, I sew, quilt, stitch! and give it ALL away :D
my husband is scared that I pick up hitchhikers so often.. but HEY! it could be my dad!