The journey to the meeting was hasty, the tattered wool coat lending little warmth to the biting arctic wind that numbed any exposed skin. Sounds of crunching snow, struggling to stay warm in the frigid temperatures, contemplating how the silence hanging in the air added a sense of isolation. The black asphalt shimmered as the dazzling light of the winter sun emerged from a fresh layer of ice. Tecumseh stood frozen as the freezing wind pounded angrily on the fragile glass doors of the buildings, daring them to shatter under the strain. Evans Street wasn't far away. Eagerly searching for the bright yellow house that lay nestled behind a barrier of colossal, unkempt shrubs that blocked the view from the sidewalk. The empty vines that lined the nearby tresses were once heavy with blue and purplish Morning Glories, but now fall frozen and dormant for the winter. Screeching loudly, the ice-covered metal gate opened just enough to let a child through. Rays of blinding light reflected off the elegant historic buildings, vigorously preserved over the fleeting years. Knocking softly on the decadent wooden door, someone peered out the window as the door opened to reveal the delicious new color of the pumpkin towering over the foyer walls. Looking into the beautifully lit living room, filled with exceptional antique furniture, becoming consciously aware of how the familiar faces of the elegantly dressed women blended seamlessly into the decor, as if we were walking through a wormhole into the past. Time had stood still in this little community to call home which is obviously appreciated by the way historic structures line the streets, the town's ongoing events demonstrated by the community and...... middle of paper ..... . try again. The group's anxieties are real, but the growing need of the homeless, the hungry, the lonely, and the sick is also terrifyingly real. As we sifted through outdated information, the group concluded that our current efforts do little to convey the message of urgency for our cause. Learning that if we don't have a website, the only beneficiaries are the less fortunate in our community. My goals and ambitions are for today and the future. I am holding the hands of our team of supporters and educating them (and myself) how (until they kick me out) how to be a successful non-profit charity around the world, to serve and assist as many people in need possible. Together, as we move forward, we are learning how education and desire are our best tools to grow and modernize our charity. A web presence is an asset.