Ever since I could remember, the third Saturday of the month was reserved for volunteering at a homeless shelter and soup kitchen in downtown Detroit. Over the years I had established a routine of cutting vegetables, making garlic bread, wiping down tables, and ladling soup to give to the residents. However, it wasn’t until flu season rolled around that I realized the residents not only needed food, but also access to quality healthcare. One day, a fellow volunteer who was a pharmacist was setting up a table to give out free flu shots to residents of the homeless shelter. As I helped her call the residents up to the table to get their shots, I noticed two things: the people who received flu shots were mostly African American, and they were of low socioeconomic status.