The team effort and time together serving was another source of great joy. Shovha was at the heart of the command center, calling in supplies from wherever she could find them, haggling for reasonable prices when the price of some items, especially tarps, due to demand, had become exorbitant. Our home looked like a warehouse in the morning before we would haul off 3,300 pounds of rice plus nearly an equal weight of other goods in the van. At night the home looked like a shelter for refugees with upwards of fifty neighbors packed into the ground floor and porches of our house.
Our house was deemed strong, but many other houses in the area stood equally strong. They came because among the neighbors, Shovha is loved as a generous and welcoming hostess with a community oriented mind.