helping out

Yesterday while driving to the grocery store for a few things, I caught the end of a story on the CBC about a man who challenged himself and his family to eat for a week off of a food bank hamper box (1 weekly ration for a family). He has a blog about it (or actually a number of people have pledged to the challenge).

Hearing that story was just what I needed to hear after having a sorta bad string of days. A few things over the past couple of days had been bringing me down, and the negativity wasn't doing anyone any good.

And so I decided that I needed to do something, something positive to counter act the negativity. I decided that I should do something small and bought a few extra groceries for the food bank bin that sits at the exit of the store. And so as I walked up and down picking up the items that I needed for dinner I also added a few extras for the food bank.

It wasn't anything grand and I am not writing this to look for praise or applause, but I'm writing to tell you all that it made me feel so good to do something that really in perspective to the world was so small in significance.

For a while now I've been feeling that there is a certain something missing in my life. Back in university I volunteered as a chef for a community group of mothers and children. The feelings I got from being there every week were a sense of belonging, a sense of being needed and just a feeling of being good.

My friend Carol-Ann and I have recently talked about helping out at a soup kitchen and I think this may just have been the kick in the you-know-what to get me going.

Just wanted to share my thoughts.

Good evening dear friends.

xox