Lisa was waiting outside her apartment in Weymouth when we pulled up in the truck. Tears immediately began to fill her eyes. “Thank you so much for helping me. You don’t know how much this means to me.”

As the community of My Brother’s Keeper grows, each year continues to be ‘our best year ever.’ Our 2009 Christmas Program was no exception—more families volunteered so more families in need were served in Christ’s name than ever before

Economists say the recession has technically ended but we know the pain hasn’t. Across America, millions are without jobs, struggling to pay their rent or mortgage and put food on the table. The same is true in Massachusetts. The Enterprise recently reported:

In 1989, a year after Terry and I began My Brother’s Keeper, I was driving our old truck north along Route 138 heading for a delivery in Brockton. As I passed the race track in Raynham, I noticed a sign nailed to a tree just off the road. Handpainted on a weathered board, the bold letters proclaimed to all who …

I live in a suburban upper middle class town with my mom and dad, still happily married. I live comfortably with the luxuries of a happy home, a car to drive, and a place to sleep. I live a safe and sheltered life, and until my time at My Brother’s Keeper, I believed everyone around me did as well.