Today I took my family to volunteer for a group that was sending 50,000 meals to Haiti. My wife helped measure out rice, I sealed plastic bags of rice, powdered protein, chicken fat and dried seasonings. My children helped out by taking the sealed bags and making sure they were flattened out and then delivering them to another group that was stacking and boxing the bagged meals.
I am aware that there are homeless and needy folks right here that don’t have the “luxury” (if you can call it that) of a natural disaster to call attention to their plight. Some of my friends are jaded about Haiti, Thailand, etc. Is it fair that we rally around to help a country that hasn’t really done a great job of helping itself while ignoring the 300 or so homeless in our own county?
One person posted a comment on her facebook account that Haiti was more important because more people died there. Sure, by that standard, I guess it is. But, is one life any less than 300,000?
I am by no means some do-good Dudley Do-right. But, I would like everyone that reads this to consider donating some time to local charities that help local families find a meal or something of that nature.
It is easy to get caught up in the most recent Clooney-a-thon and donate $10 on your $350 iPhone and feel like you have helped. You have, and that $10 surely is needed, but spending 2 hours with my family today was priceless. We helped 50,000 meals get to needy people and that is great.
Two months ago, we went as a family to help at our local America’s 2nd Harvest and helped pack food for 90 local families in need. That was priceless as well.
Tonight my kids and I dined on Chicken Fettucini Alfredo that I made. Ansley Cate, my 8-year-old angel, said, “Dad, I was thinking about those people eating the food we sent them.” So am I Ansley Cate, so am I.