100 Meals a Week

It often begins with a quiet morning. The kind where the city feels suspended between night and day, and the streets seem to hold their breath. In that early silence, before the noise of everyday life takes over, we pack meals. Not in a warehouse or a fancy facility—just in a simple kitchen, surrounded by familiar hands and familiar hearts. We never planned to become “philanthropists.” That word always sounded too formal for what we do. What began as an instinct to help—to respond to the growing need we saw in our community—slowly evolved into something that has shaped our lives in ways we never anticipated. There was no strategy deck, no long-term roadmap, no announcement. There was just a moment—a single Saturday, a handful of meals, and an idea: what if we did this again next week? And again. And again. Years have passed since that first morning. Thousands of meals have been handed out. We’ve looked into the eyes of people who’ve lost everything. We’ve seen the spectrum of human...