So about a week ago my paper ran a story on this fire here in Carson City. Considering how late at night it was and what time press time is, I’m amazed we even got the story in. Link
This story affected our crime reporter, the woman who wrote the story, really bad, for some reason. She is one tough lady, but I think it has something to do with the fact that she and her new husband just bought a house or something. Anyway, this family lost EVERYTHING. They literally have no clothes, no food, no nothing. They lost everything, even their car.
So we ran a breakout a few days later, at our reporter’s urging, saying we’d accept clothing donations for the family - we can’t accept food that can spoil, but clothes, canned food, etc. we could take.
I am the archivist at the paper. Every day it is my job to take a few copies of that day’s paper, strip them of ads, and put it in the archive room. Today I went to do so and I had to wade across piles upon piles of donated clothes, and even some bikes for the kids.
Goddamnit, everyone is always storing crap in that room and it drives me insane. It really does because it makes my job that much more difficult, and that room is not a freakin’ closet. We do have a supply room, people.
…But this time, I didn’t mind the extra effort one bit. 
~Tasha