Monday, August 20, 2012
This summer I've been talking about food banks.
I participated in the Nestle Juicy Juice Fruit for All Project. I walked with Run. Blog. Give.
But why do I feel so passionately about helping to feed the hungry?
You'd think I'd be more interested in medical research of Diabetes, kidney disease, heart disease and blindness.
I do care about those things. But those problems are more abstract to me.
If I'm being completely honest, maybe I'm a little cynical about those things.
Causes having to do with researching to find cures for diseases are noble and good, and of course I appreciate them.
But hunger, a lack of a basic human need, has more of a pull for me.
It probably has something to do with my strong sense of fairness. My brain just can't comprehend how letting a needy person go hungry is ever alright.
How can we expect people to reach their full potential in life if they are struggling just to have their basic needs met?
I don't have much; less than most, more than some. But I have a home, I have clothes, I have clean water and I have food.
Everyone should have those things. At least.
I'm grateful to not know what it feels like to be hungry.
How desperate it must feel to not know where your next meal will come from!
Giving away some of my food is easy. IT'S SO EASY.
It just makes sense to me. Sharing some of my food, and asking others to do so as well, is something I can do.
I have been the recipient of many generosities in my life. I have to pay it forward somehow. I can't cure disease, but I can give to those less fortunate.
We must do what we can. It's good for the soul, the heart, the world.
It helps me feel like I'm enough.