“When I first started serving as a WRAP volunteer, I met a 12-year-old boy, carrying his life in a trash bag and moving from place to place with no stability, no one to rely on, and no real sense of home. The thought of feeling so invisible, like nobody saw him or cared enough to stay, broke my heart. I knew I had to do something to show him he wasn’t alone. That’s why I joined a wrap team, not knowing if it would make a big difference but committing to show up each week with meals, help with homework, and even celebrate his birthday.
As time passed, I saw little changes—his first smile, a simple ‘thank you,’ and the gradual sense that he felt he belonged somewhere. Those small, faithful steps, supported by our church community, weren’t grand gestures but reminders to him—and to me—that he mattered. He started to think past tomorrow and learned to dream about the future again.”