I try to relate to the deprivation these people feel, but I cannot. I ran out of white stuff to put in my coffee yesterday. First there was 1/2 & 1/2, and when that ran out there was milk. After the milk was gone, I still had a smidge of powdered non-dairy creamer, but today that's gone too. Oh, poor me.. Hot, fresh ground coffee sans cream.
We also receive food stamps, and we run out long before the end of the month. It's mostly my fault -- I can't help but use some of our food when I'm cooking for the street folks. I'm picking up a donated ham today, along with all the potatoes I can use. They might have an onion or two, they said. Good stuff for a couple of big pots of hearty soup. But I won't get it to hungry people until tomorrow. I have to wait for our food stamps so I can add some milk and cheese to the soup.
Feeling a little discouraged that I don't have more to give at the moment, I'll spend today recruiting blankets and jackets. I'll get my introduction letters to a few more stores and restaurants in the hope that they can donate not only food, but toiletries, clothing, socks especially. And I'll invite more friends to be potential volunteers to go pick up donations when they become available. I envision a powerful, efficient network with volunteers in every neighborhood and no edible food in the trash.
Thank you, my friends, for helping me pursue my dreams.