This week I worked as a volunteer putting together fifty grocery bags for a food bank down the mountain. Two churches there coordinate the distribution of fresh produce from our local farmers to those in their community who are food insecure. We sorted through, counted out, and weighed potatoes, onions, eggplants, green beans, baby lettuces, apples, so that everyone got a pound of each. When we got to the tomatoes, we came up several bags short, so we re-sorted and took some tomatoes from each bag to make up the difference.
I don’t believe it is an accident that folks with the least to give are often the most generous with their time and resources. My time spent volunteering at a local food bank really opened my eyes to the humanity of us all and there, but for the grace of God, go each of us. In the blink of an eye, we ourselves could find ourselves in similar circumstances of need.
Grazie mille for the bella poesia. In just four sweet words, "so everybody gets some," you have shared volumes -- and offered hope.