By John Hinrichsen, one of our friends attending this year’s Heart’s Home Thanksgiving Party in Brooklyn.
My wife Flor and I were invited to spend Thanksgiving with Heart’s Home in Brooklyn, and we whole-heartedly accepted the invitation. We were asked to bring along little chairs for our kids so that they could sit at a table prepared especially for them. Our daughter Ximena cut open her first Turkey, and found it stuffed with popcorn—what a marvelous discovery! I had my first Thanksgiving turkey prepared by a French sister (who also happens to speak perfect English with a delightfully Germanic accent) and can state with certainty that it was the most delicious turkey I have ever eaten. But before the feast, we each wrote down on a little leaf-shaped paper what we were thankful for, and then went around the table reading what we had written. All the leaves were collected and placed on a thanksgiving “tree.” I remember one of those invited saying that he was thankful for seeing children there that day.
At one point I saw my son Paul, a few steps from the bottom of the stairs, jump into Erica’s outstretched arms. Then she climbed up two steps, and said, “Now you catch me!” and jumped—and my two-year-old son caught hold of her as soon as she landed. Not having any other family members in New York, watching my children intimately relate to the volunteers and permanent members of Heart’s Home is the most wonderful gift I could receive. It is a seed of hope planted in my own heart.