The first time we were told we were going to be serving dinner at the Nest, I was NERVOUS.
When I walked up the stairs, and into the doors, the nervousness intensified! What were these people like, what if they were dirty or try rob us? How nieve!!!
As we served dinner, home cooked Spaghetti Bolognese, we saw the people for what they really were, normal people who have had been knocked down by life circumstances.
While some members of my home group dished up grub, I made myself comfy in the dining room, and started chatting to an elderly couple. They were so interesting and friendly, with so many stories to tell. They, like others, had a plan to turn they’re life around and move out of the Nest. I don’t know if they ever will but they were hopeful and that was enough for me. The part that hit home was this couple was my father and mother’s age. They had children, and families somewhere.
Another gentleman works a full time job and the Nest is the only affordable accommodation on his salary. Others were there because on their minimal pension the Nest is their only option. These are real life problems, that have occurred to real people and could in essence happen to anyone.
I thoroughly enjoyed my fellowship time with the people I chatted to that evening. I was humbled by them and realised how ungrateful I have been in my own life.
I would recommend an evening at the Nest to anyone looking for a good company and conversation, an added bonus is the home cooked meal!