Honking You Don't Mind Hearing

It was a typical morning like any other, nothing special as I hopped in the Simon House Van. Traffic was slow-moving through Bowness that day due to the ongoing construction, and I now found myself stuck at a light. As I was waiting to go, I noticed horns blaring, and it was pretty unusual to hear, so I looked around. No cars were honking; however, it was a whole crew of men on their machines staring and pointing at the Simon House logo on the van I was driving. “Simon House, Simon House,” they were yelling.

This caught my attention as I thought I had a flat tire or something was wrong with the van. But then my eyes caught a glimpse of a past resident. He looked at me with a beaming smile, proudly driving the big machine.

“Thank you, Simon House!” he yelled over the hum of the heavy equipment.

This is what we do, and this is what our community is recognizing, returning broken men back into the community and not ashamed to yell out where they grew up.

- Kerry