So, as some of you guys know, I am now the official property chairman at my Church. I've been doing a lot of catching up over there as the previous property chairman became ill and wasn't able to do anything for the last six months of his tenure.
I've been cutting grass, trimming bushes, washing windows, painting, etc. Some children from the neighborhood ride their bikes in our parking lot. No problem. Around and around they go and they've kinda become my buddies as they stop and chat and I'll fix their bikes.
I noticed one little girl of about 10 never wears shoes. At first, I didn't think anything of it as I rarely wore shoes when I was a wee lad. I was washing windows today when this little girl rode up on her bike. I asked her why she didn't wear shoes. She told me she didn't have any.
"Really?," says I, "You don't have a single pair of shoes?
"No," she says, "but Mommy says one of these days we're going to get some at the Goodwill store."
By nature, I am a pack rat. I knew that somewhere in my garage I had a pair of shoes that were practically brand new that my daughter had rarely worn. I put them away years ago thinking that maybe, someday, someone might need them.
I came home, found the shoes, took them back to Church and gave them to the little girl, (she was still riding her bike in the parking lot, which I might add is an old beat up bike that is on it's last legs).
I'm not looking for kudos or pats on the back, it just simply amazed me that in the United States, there are still people so poor that they can't afford to buy their children shoes.
I've been cutting grass, trimming bushes, washing windows, painting, etc. Some children from the neighborhood ride their bikes in our parking lot. No problem. Around and around they go and they've kinda become my buddies as they stop and chat and I'll fix their bikes.
I noticed one little girl of about 10 never wears shoes. At first, I didn't think anything of it as I rarely wore shoes when I was a wee lad. I was washing windows today when this little girl rode up on her bike. I asked her why she didn't wear shoes. She told me she didn't have any.
"Really?," says I, "You don't have a single pair of shoes?
"No," she says, "but Mommy says one of these days we're going to get some at the Goodwill store."
By nature, I am a pack rat. I knew that somewhere in my garage I had a pair of shoes that were practically brand new that my daughter had rarely worn. I put them away years ago thinking that maybe, someday, someone might need them.
I came home, found the shoes, took them back to Church and gave them to the little girl, (she was still riding her bike in the parking lot, which I might add is an old beat up bike that is on it's last legs).
I'm not looking for kudos or pats on the back, it just simply amazed me that in the United States, there are still people so poor that they can't afford to buy their children shoes.
