The Stand Is for Everyone

My grandma had one rule about the stand: *if someone wants lemonade and they're short, you pour it anyway.*

It sounds simple. It's actually a whole philosophy.

The kid with no allowance. The grandpa who forgot his wallet. The neighbor going through a rough patch. The person who just looks like they need a smile.

The stand is a tiny version of how I want the world to be: a place where you're welcome no matter who you are, what you look like, where you're from, or what's in your pocket.

We call it the Squeeze Society because everyone gets a seat at the table. Every. Single. Person.

That's not soft. That's the whole point. 🧡