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and then have it make you freaking depressed?
Every year I donate to the Marine Corps Toys for Tots program.
This year my dh donated money to the Childrens Hospital as well.
I am also donating 10% of each sale from my FestiveChicken Etsy shop to Canter.org
This year, with the economic ""slow down"" and all I told my husband that I wanted to give food to the local food pantry. Things are tight for us as they have been since I left my job to become a SAHM. But I am working now and we are a lot better off than other people in our area.
So we went to BJs last Sunday and bought pasta and soup. I brought it to the food pantry when I got done working Monday.
When I pulled up I immediately noticed the line.Out the door, down the block. Then I noticed the people in the line.
Families. Moms and dads with their kids. Moms with their infants. Moms with the school aged kids.Dads with their kids. Single people. Elderly people. White. Black. Hispanic. Asian.
It was cold out. There were people in line with no winter coats, gloves. There were kids in line with no winter coats or gloves.
I got the boxes from the back of my truck and walked across the street. Said "Excuse me" many times as I wove my way through the line into the building and up the short set of stairs. People that I had passed shouted to others ahead of me to "Make way. She's got food!"
When I got to the head of the line a woman ran up to greet me saying "You are an angel!!" It was all I could do to meet her eyes before I lost it.
On my way out I tried to not look at peoples faces. But as I reached the door I looked into the face of a very handsome little boy. Probably just under a year old. He smiled at me. I smiled back and ran for my truck.
I got paid yesterday. Dh gets paid Friday. I am going back to BJs this weekend to pick up some canned veggies and the like. Maybe some diapers and baby food as well. Things might not be "perfect" in my home. And I am certainly not an angel by any definition. But I will be darn if I sit and do nothing when I have some ability to help.
Every year I donate to the Marine Corps Toys for Tots program.
This year my dh donated money to the Childrens Hospital as well.
I am also donating 10% of each sale from my FestiveChicken Etsy shop to Canter.org
This year, with the economic ""slow down"" and all I told my husband that I wanted to give food to the local food pantry. Things are tight for us as they have been since I left my job to become a SAHM. But I am working now and we are a lot better off than other people in our area.
So we went to BJs last Sunday and bought pasta and soup. I brought it to the food pantry when I got done working Monday.
When I pulled up I immediately noticed the line.Out the door, down the block. Then I noticed the people in the line.
Families. Moms and dads with their kids. Moms with their infants. Moms with the school aged kids.Dads with their kids. Single people. Elderly people. White. Black. Hispanic. Asian.
It was cold out. There were people in line with no winter coats, gloves. There were kids in line with no winter coats or gloves.
I got the boxes from the back of my truck and walked across the street. Said "Excuse me" many times as I wove my way through the line into the building and up the short set of stairs. People that I had passed shouted to others ahead of me to "Make way. She's got food!"
When I got to the head of the line a woman ran up to greet me saying "You are an angel!!" It was all I could do to meet her eyes before I lost it.
On my way out I tried to not look at peoples faces. But as I reached the door I looked into the face of a very handsome little boy. Probably just under a year old. He smiled at me. I smiled back and ran for my truck.
I got paid yesterday. Dh gets paid Friday. I am going back to BJs this weekend to pick up some canned veggies and the like. Maybe some diapers and baby food as well. Things might not be "perfect" in my home. And I am certainly not an angel by any definition. But I will be darn if I sit and do nothing when I have some ability to help.