SIT, TALK, SHARE!
In a small town where everyone kept to themselves, a young woman named Ada noticed something most people ignored—loneliness hiding behind busy lives. The streets were full, but connections were empty.

One evening, she dragged a worn-out wooden table to the center of her street and placed a simple sign on it: “Sit. Talk. Share.”

At first, people passed by with suspicion. Then one man sat. Then a mother with her child. Then two teenagers who had nowhere else to be. Conversations started awkwardly, but something unexpected happened—people stayed.

Days turned into weeks. The single table became many. Strangers became familiar faces. Someone brought food. Another brought music. Laughter replaced silence.

When heavy rains flooded parts of the town, no one waited for help from outside. The same people who once walked past each other without a word now showed up with buckets, shelter, and support. They didn’t just live near each other anymore—they belonged to each other.

Ada never gave speeches or claimed leadership. She simply created a space. And that space reminded everyone of something powerful:

Community doesn’t start with a crowd. It starts with one person choosing to care—and making room for others to do the same.

It's groovy

Grateful to God for life