My daughter and I handed out the last of the gift cards last night. After we delivered the last scheduled one we still had 7 left. My intention was to take it to a fixed income senior complex but they were already closed (gated area) by the time we were done. I told my daughter we were not going home until we found the people that needed these cards. We found out from our last delivery that there was a woman down her street that had six children and whose spouse had recently left. We pulled up to their home and handed the teenage boy out front two gift cards. He said thank you and ran into the open door of the little house calling for his mama. A couple blocks away we found another teenage boy in front of his home pulling up the trash cans. It was a busy street but there was nobody behind us so we stopped in the middle of the road. My daughter called to him and said that we had a gift card for his family. His face was priceless. It was half fear and half excitement. It was dark by this point and there were women offering him a gift card out of their car window lol He said, “are you serious?” and then accepted the gift card with so many thanks. After that There was a house with simple red Christmas lights on the porch. I went up to the door and the kids inside hesitantly took the gift card wondering who it was from. I just told them it was a surprise. When I got back in the car I saw them (thru the window) walk into the kitchen and hand it to their parents who are sitting at the dining room table with a new baby. Next we drove around for several minutes. Not really sure what we were doing. A few minutes later I saw a woman on the side of the road shoveling snow in front of someone’s house. It was after 6:00 at this point it was pretty cold out. I got out of the car and slowly approached her asking if this was her house. She said no. I told her I had a gift card for the people that lived at this address. She asked me if I knew their names. I told her I did not know. She said, “So you have a gift card for this address but don’t know the name of the person who lives here?” I told her that I felt that this house was supposed to be receiving a gift card so I stopped. She put down her snow shovel and started crying. She then told me that the woman who lived inside the house was her sister. Her sister was sick and her sisters husband had been admitted to the ICU just hours before and had been intubated. She took the card gratefully and ran toward the front door calling for her sister. The next one went to a man who was unloading his work truck in front of his home. We didn’t speak the same language but it was easy to see that he was excited and grateful for this gift. at this point we had one card left. My daughter and I drove around for quite a while. And I told her that she had to pick the next house. I asked her to just wait for the right feeling. Something that told her that it was the right house. We drove up and down several streets near Pioneer Park. She finally saw the house and I stopped in front. I got out and headed toward the front door nearly falling on my butt on some black ice. I rang the doorbell and a very hesitant teenager looked out the window and saw me. I did my best Forrest Gump wave to assure them that I was a friendly person. The dad and a couple of kids opened the door and I explained that they were selected to receive a gift card. They seemed confused that someone would just pick them. While walking back to the car I could see them hand the card to the mom of the family. She opened the door and yelled happy Thanksgiving to me. When I got in the car I could see them huddled together opening the gift card and her showing her husband how much it was. She later posted on one of our community pages, thankful for the gift. This would not have been possible without all of you giving. I hope you each have a wonderful Thanksgiving however you choose to spend it this year. The last couple of days have given me great perspective into what to be thankful for.