What I do with my religious non-profit involves many things. Many various and asundry things. Such a wide variety of things you wouldn't believe. today for instance, I've played social worker, planner, permission-giver, editor, and delivery boy, counselor. That's all I can remember from what's already happened, today.
Woman in need. Three children (4 yr old, and twins). No transportation. And no diapers. Husband (are they really married? Does it matter? Well, they're straight, so who cares, eh?) works, gets ride to job. But working in landscaping/lawn care means no work when it rains. So, no money (or not much). If you can't pay the rent, etc., how ya gonna save up for a car??? There is little or no "safety net" for folks like this. And I've met them, worked with them, etc. They are really are hard-working, doing the best they can.
So, in WalMart (I hate WalMart) to buy diapers, juice, snacks, and a gift card. And deliver them. She tried to get a ride to pickup something here at our religious non-profit office, but she'd have to bring all three kids. And folk want cash for the favor. And I don't have cash to give. So, I'm on the road again.
While attempting to shop at WalMart (I hate WalMart, did I tell you that?) I come upon a physically challenged man in one of the hated WalMart's electric shopping carts. What's his story, I wonder? In his basket, some hemorrhoid cream; and he is having trouble reaching the snack bars. There go I, but for . . . .what.
When I think what some folk spend on trifling stuff - and what these folk don't have in basics. How much does Fred Phelps spend on his web page and traveling to demonstrations? How much does "Focus on the Family" spend on defending "marriage" or Pat Robertson on condemning Haiti?
There is so much I cannot do - so many things I cannot fix, repair, or change. But one thing I know, there are some kids with clean diapers, some juice and snacks. And those kids are going to be able to get some shoes, too. (That was one of mom's priorities with gift card).
Take that, you hate mongers.
Now I'm tired and going to a fabulous gay pot-luck.
Art work stolen from the work of the fabulous GAY author-illustrator Maurice Sendak,
from Where the Wild things Are. But you knew that, didn't you.