by Danny Reyna
I was flying to Washington D.C. to visit my cousin, and as I looked out the plane window I wondered why there was so much sand down there on the ground. As we approached for the landing, I realized that it was not sand but snow left over from the winter storms. What do I know? I am from Texas.
So I was in a “strange land” up north. I stayed with my cousin in his house for the two days and nights that I was there. He was appointed by President Obama to be a Federal Circuit Court Judge and I went to his hearings. While I was there, true to our cultural upbringing, he made his house my house or as you have heard “mi casa es su casa” meaning my house is your house.
What a great feeling to be in a strange land yet have a place you can call your own, a place to unwind, a place to eat, to rest, to get cleaned up and to start a new day refreshed.
I sincerely hope that in my years with the Ronald McDonald House that I have made the families feel the way my cousin made me feel. I hope that our House has been their House. I think it is always the little things that make a family feel welcome, the smile, the listening ear, putting orange juice out in the morning, making coffee and the forgiveness if they don’t meet your expectations.
I believe our staff knows how to do these little things, that while not always noticed, make this House a Home. And by the way, if you fly to D.C. and see a lot of sand it is probably snow.