When Annita’s mother passed away at just 32 from lupus, that early light of compassion didn’t fade—it intensified. Decades later, after the loss of her husband and a personal season of stillness, Annita found healing by returning to the streets of Atlanta. What she found was a need that couldn’t be ignored: people cold, hungry, and invisible. So she did what she knew—she started showing up. At first, with Ziploc bags filled with soap, socks, and hope.