I’m going to write a race recap for Galveston Marathon, but I’m busy recuperating. Will do when the cankles go away.
Tonight I needed to make an enchilada casserole for my good friend Ally, who has a new baby girl. I’m taking it over for dinner tomorrow so I figured I’d make 2, one for dinner tonight as well. I got home with all the groceries and realized I had forgotten the shredded cheese. UGH. Kroger is only about a half mile away but yknow when you just want to be HOME and not go out anymore? Well, whatever. Cheese is sort of a necessity for enchiladas. Back in the car.
Purchased the cheese (and a pint of Ben & Jerry’s, but who cares?) and was on the way to my car when an older homeless man stopped me in the parking lot. ”Can you spare anything so I can get something to eat?”
My response was a reflex. ”Sorry, I don’t have any cash on me.” He just nodded. Now usually this is true, I don’t carry cash. Tonight it was a lie, I did have some. Again, reflex. I started to feel icky as I continued to my car. Tonight alone I had spent $50 + on groceries, and I couldn’t give this man some cash? For a meal? I put my groceries in my car and went to find him. He was sitting on the curb and I told him if he would tell me what he wanted for dinner I’d get it for him. He asked for chicken and a coke. All they had was an 8-piece chicken dinner for 5.99. I threw in some rolls, a coke, and a candy bar. It cost me all of $12.00.
I’m not patting myself on the back or being self-congratulatory for a “good deed.” It is pretty embarrassing how close I came to doing absolutely nothing. I’ve been thinking a lot lately about the kind of person I want to be [when I grow up], and the person I want to be would try to help. I’m not saying I open my wallet for every homeless guy that comes along. I’d be broke. I work in a bad part of town and keep granola bars in my car so I can give them out instead of money. I know a lot of people would scoff and say that I’m acting like a true liberal. But honestly, it is SHAMEFUL for me to be living comfortably and giving it no thought, when others have so little and all they want is a meal.
It was just SO EASY. It took me 5 minutes and cost an amount I wouldn’t even blink at if it were my lunch.
Do I feel good about doing it? Sure. But mostly I feel sad. I wish there were something more I could do. I consider that a lot, especially with the animal organizations I’m involved with – sometimes it feels like I don’t have much to offer, because I certainly can’t donate time. But I have to believe the little things add up.