As a teenager, I thought helping at a homeless shelter would help me polish my halo. Then reality hit
’Twas Christmas Day and the Evans family had decided that it was time they gave back to their community. Or rather I, the second eldest, had decided we should. I was desperately in love with Jesus at the time and I decided my lord and saviour would want us to help the homeless on Christmas Day. I wanted Jesus to see I was the best of his many fans. He’d be like, “Yeah, Pippa Evans. She is basically Jesus the second!”
So on 25 December 1997, my parents, my brother, Charlie, and I all went down to the soup kitchen. My naivety was high – fuelled by too many Christmas movies and that song from Bugsy Malone – and we walked into a reality that I was not ready for.
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