This is a bit of a tribute to my Mom and Dad, the most hospitable people I know. From my youngest years I have memories of people always at our home - visiting, eating, hanging out, living temporarily, crashing temporarily, whatever. My parents never had much, but they were incredibly generous with what they did have, and they had a roof over our heads and good food to eat and much love to warm even the coldest heart.
Whether it was a foreign exchange student, a divorced child (namely me), a down and out relative, a wayward youth or whomever, my parent's door was, and still is, always open. I cherish the lessons I learned about selflessness and generosity and hospitality from these fine folks - and I only hope I can be half as hospitable as they have always been...
"Do not forget to show hospitality to strangers, for by so doing some people have shown hospitality to angels without knowing it."