So, Tuesdays and Wednesdays are food bank days here, and I went and picked up our stuff at the church as usual. Because we are dead broke, but if you’re going to be broke, you should totally do it in my zip code because we are truly lucky and always have nutritious and fresh foods.
Typically, I give the stuff we don’t want to our neighbor who tends to drink too much and whose family doesn’t bother with him. But today, I had to get to the post office, so I cut through a big shopping center on the way home.
And there was a family there, mom (a Muslim), dad and a small baby. With a sign that read “help please anything”. Now we don’t see these things often in this area. And begging in that parking lot is not a wise choice cause some of them size 0 Lululemon wearin’ yoga moms can barely see over the dashboards of their Land Rovers and wouldn’t notice if they’d hit someone because they’re busy texting about which kid achieved what and otherwise basking in their own awesomesauce.
But there they were, this little family with a battered stroller, and I had a trunk FULL of food bank food. And there were some middle school brats across the lot yelling at them to “go back where you came from!” OH NO. NOT TODAY, my little boys. NOT TODAY.
I stopped that car, and I got out, and I snapped photos of those boys so they could see me doing it and I yelled “This will be on Twitter, Instagram and Facebook before you get home!” and they ran because I am the Kraken, and I can put the fear of the Lord into some children.
And then I gave the family all the food that I had in my trunk, and a sweater I was taking to the dry cleaner and the wipes I keep on hand in the car, and my emergency first aid kit. And the man couldn’t speak English very well, but he kept thanking me and wishing blessings upon my family. And I said, “NO. Thank you for letting me help you. Thank you, because today utterly sucks for me, and this week utterly sucks, and my life mostly sucks, but being able to help your family may be the only bright spot in it. So thank you for letting me help you and do these small things for you.”
I went to the post office, and on my way back, I saw that a couple of cars had stopped, and some guy was literally giving the man the coat off his back.
There’s hope, folks. There’s hope.