“I am sleeping in the park and I thought today was Tuesday.” So our volunteer and community member explained why he was absent from helping unload the food trucks the day before. As we talked he invited me, in a humorous gesture of generosity, to sleep under his tree in the park if I needed a place to stay. But that is exactly who he was: generous. Just the week before he helped rip out our shelving in the food storage room as we prepared to upgrade it. During the process he received a nasty tear in his hand from a nail sticking out of the lumber. Our resident medic cleaned it up and patched it as well as she could. A week later it was healing, but leaving quite a mark. It reminded me, in a small way, of another set of nail-scarred hands that was deformed out of love and sacrifice.