Yesterday I met the woman whose house burned down, and lost everything.

I had brought the blankets to work that I wanted to donate to her and just wanted to drop them off, but Sue, a friend who initially told me about this woman's situation said, "She wants to come up to meet you." So I stayed. I was suppose to leave and head back to HQ but I wanted to meet her, too. I sat and had lunch with the girls, which I normally don't do because I'm so busy, but I think in the future, I'll take more breaks with them. I had fun sitting around being a chatty Cathy.

I had my back turned to the stairwell when all of a sudden Sue yells out, "Hi, Jen!" I turn around and stand up.

"OH MY GOSH, IT'S YOU!" I say.

I immediately walked over to her and hugged her.

"I see you every day. I didn't know it was YOU. I'm so sorry."

Jen obviously is the woman who lost her house. I had never really talked to her in the time I have spent at the facility but I would sometimes walk past her in the hallways. We'd smile and say hello, but that was it. I was so dumbfounded to find it was her because although I don't know her, it's just weird to know it was this woman whom I see every week, who casually exchanges smiles and hello's with me.

Her eyes teared up, and when she spoke her eyes would drift to the floor.

"Don't cry. Everything will be fine, you'll see."

She walked up to me and gave me another hug.

I can't imagine what she's going through. I wanted to cry because she was so grateful for what I had given to her. I wish I could have given her more.