During the afternoon preparations, Katherine is busy. It has been a bad few years here, more mouths to feed and less money to do it with. This recent recession has been particularly bad. More and more families have ended up in that shanty under the overpass and they have all relied upon this place for their daily bread.

She is in the kitchen when she hears raised voices out back. There are always people that swing by to help out, usually the same ones who eat here. Julio was supposed to be cleaning up the broken glass and drug needles from last night. For some reason the junkies have decided shooting up behind this place suits them. As she starts toward the back door it opens and she can see a really beat up Julio holding his arm, it doesn't look good though. His right eye is closed and he has blood all over him. The two big guys in suits following him quickly explain what happened. "Seems your guy here fell down some stairs. He said something about this place getting handouts from the Catholic church. I knew he must be wrong, Right." with a glare at Katherine. "Yeah, he only knows a few words in English, we don't want any trouble," and yes she had started getting donations from them but thats none of their business. "You know the good lord decided to place you near his true voice, now why haven't you felt the calling to join the New Church. We need good disciples, just like you. We hate seeing you suffer like this and it would be a pity if anymore accidents happen to your poor little workers. I think god is trying to tell you something lady, and you better fucking listen. You understand me," with his finger pointed at her. They throw Julio onto the ground and turn, slamming the door as they leave. Katherine runs over to the battered man, his arm is broken and he is bleeding pretty badly. "Oh God, I am sorry, I don't know what to do. Call an ambulance, we need to get him to a hospital." Everyone just stares as he is carted away, her volunteers are few the next day. She can't blame them.