Saturday, July 18, 2015
Nana's secret Gift!
Read it dear friends, I hope it touches your heart like it did mine tonight!
Good Night!
9 Women Kept This Secret For Decades That Not Even Their Husbands Knew About. Wow.
Somewhere in West Tennessee, not far from Graceland, nine women - or "The 9 Nanas," as they prefer to be called - gather in the darkness of night. At 4am they begin their daily routine - a ritual that no one, not even their husbands, knew about for 30 years. They have one mission and one mission only: to create happiness. And it all begins with baked goods.
"One of us starts sifting the flour and another washing the eggs," explained Nana Mary Ellen, the appointed spokesperson for their secret society. "And someone else makes sure the pans are all ready. We switch off, depending on what we feel like doing that day.
"But you make sure to say Nana Pearl is in charge, because she's the oldest!" she added with a wink and a smile.
Over the next three hours, The 9 Nanas (who all consider themselves sisters, despite what some of their birth certificates say) will whip up hundreds of pound cakes, as part of a grand scheme to help those in need. And then, before anyone gets as much as a glimpse of them, they'll disappear back into their daily lives. The only hint that may remain is the heavenly scent of vanilla, lemon and lime, lingering in the air.
Even the UPS driver, who picks up hundreds of packages at a time, has no clue what these women, who range in age from 54 to 72, are doing. He's just happy to get a hug and a bag filled with special treats. What he doesn't know is that he's part of their master plan. A plan that began 35 years ago - when the "sisters" got together for their weekly card game - something their husbands referred to as "Broads and Bridge."
"Pearl says it was all her idea," Mary Ellen teased, "but as I remember it, we were sitting around reminiscing about MaMaw and PaPaw and all the different ways they would lend a hand in the community." MaMaw and PaPaw are the grandparents who raised four of the women, Mary Ellen included, when their mother passed away; and they took in Pearl as their own, when her parents needed some help.
"MaMaw Ruth would read in the paper that someone had died," Mary Ellen remembered, "and she'd send off one of her special pound cakes. She didn't have to know the family. She just wanted to put a little smile on their faces. And we started thinking about what we could do to make a difference like that. What if we had a million dollars? How would we spend it?
So the ladies began brainstorming.
"One of the sisters suggested that we should all start doing our own laundry and put the money we saved to good use. I admit, I protested at first. There's just something about laundering that I don't like. But I was outnumbered! So among the nine of us, we'd put aside about $400 a month and our husbands never noticed a thing. Their shirts looked just fine."
And then the women started listening. They'd eavesdrop - all with good intentions, of course - at the local beauty shop or when they were picking up groceries. And when they heard about a widow or a single mom who needed a little help, they'd step in and anonymously pay a utility bill or buy some new clothes for the children.
"We wanted to help as much as we could," Mary Ellen said, "without taking away from our own families, so we became coupon clippers. And we'd use green stamps. Remember those? We'd use green stamps and we'd make sure to go to Goldsmith's department store on Wednesdays. Every week they'd have a big sale and you could spend $100 and walk away with $700 worth of merchandise."
The Nanas would find out where the person lived and send a package with a note that simply said, "Somebody loves you" - and they'd be sure to include one of MaMaw Ruth's special pound cakes.
The more people they helped, the bolder they became.
"We gave new meaning to the term drive-by," Mary Ellen said with delight. "We'd drive through low-income neighborhoods and look for homes that had fans in the window. That told us that the people who lived there didn't have air-conditioning. Or we'd see that there were no lights on at night, which meant there was a good chance their utilities had been turned off. Then we'd return before the sun came up, like cat burglars, and drop off a little care package."
For three decades, the ladies' good deeds went undetected - that is, until five years ago, when Mary Ellen's husband, whom she lovingly calls "Southern Charmer," started noticing extra mileage on the car and large amounts of cash being withdrawn from their savings account.
"He brought out bank statements and they were highlighted!" Mary Ellen said, recalling the horror she felt. "I tried to explain that I had bought some things, but he had this look on his face that I'd never seen before - and I realized what he must have been thinking. I called the sisters and said, 'You all need to get over here right away.'"
So 30 years into their secret mission, the 9 Nanas and their husbands gathered in Mary Ellen's living room and the sisters came clean. They told the husbands about the laundry and the eavesdropping -- even the drive-bys. And that's where their story gets even better - because the husbands offered to help.
"They were amazed that we were doing this and even more amazed that they never knew. We can keep a good secret! All but three of them are retired now, so sometimes they come with us on our drive-bys. In our area, all you need is an address to pay someone's utility bill, so we keep the men busy jotting down numbers."
It wasn't long before the couples decided it was also time to tell their grown children. And that's when happiness began to happen in an even bigger way. The children encouraged their mothers to start selling MaMaw Ruth's pound cakes online, so they could raise money to help even more people. And it wasn't long before they were receiving more than 100 orders in a day.
"The first time we saw those orders roll in, we were jumping up and down," Mary Ellen said with a laugh. "We were so excited that we did a ring-around-the-rosie! Then we called all the children and said, 'What do we do next?'"
That's when the 9 Nanas moved their covert baking operation out of their homes and into the commercial kitchen of a restaurant owned by one of their sons, where they can sneak in before sunrise and sneak out before the staff comes in. They even hired a "happiness coordinator" (whose code name is "Sunny," of course). Her identity needs to be a secret, too, so she can help out with the eavesdropping.
"We swore her to secrecy - her parents think she works in marketing. And, really, if you think about it, she is doing public relations and spends a lot of time looking for people to help at the supermarket!"
These days, The 9 Nanas are able to take on even bigger projects, given their online success. Recently they donated more than $5,000 of pillows and linens and personal care products to a shelter for survivors of domestic violence. And this August, they'll celebrate their second consecutive "Happiness Happens Month" by sending tokens of their appreciation to one person in every state who has made a difference in their own community.
And that million dollars they once wished for? They're almost there. In the last 35 years, the 9 Nanas have contributed nearly $900,000 of happiness to their local community.
But that doesn't mean they're too busy to continue doing the little things that make life a bit happier. Sometimes they just pull out the phone book and send off pound cakes to complete strangers. And if the Nanas spot someone at the grocery store who appears to need a little help, it's not unusual for them to start filling a stranger's cart.
Not everyone is as lucky as we were to have MaMaw and PaPaw to take care of them, to fix all those things that are wrong.
"So this is our way of giving back," Mary Ellen said. "We want people to know that someone out there cares enough to do something. We want to make sure that happiness happens."
To learn more about The 9 Nanas and Happiness Happens or to purchase one of MaMaw Ruth’s special pound cakes, you can visit their website: The9Nanas.com.
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Wednesday, September 17, 2014
Give me your eyes!
My house is silent again, that is hard on my heart. Lauren and Nik are still here...but had a lot of errands to do today. So I have been by myself most of the day.
I miss my kids already!
I loved the words to this song today...Give me your eyes!
Traced out by the city lights
My world from a mile high
Best seat in the house tonight
Hold on for the sudden stop
Breathe in the familiar shock
Of confusion and chaos
Why have I never cared?
Give me Your eyes so I can see
Everything that I keep missing
Give me Your love for humanity
The ones that are far beyond my reach
Give me Your heart for the one's forgotten
Give me Your eyes so I can see
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
See a girl and our eyes meet
Does her best to smile at me
To hide whats underneath
Black suit and a bright red tie
Too ashamed to tell his wife
He's out of work, he's buying time
Why have I never cared?
Give me Your eyes so I can see
Everything that I keep missing
Give me Your love for humanity
The ones that are far beyond my reach?
Give me Your heart for the one's forgotten
Give me Your eyes so I can see
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
A couple of million eyes just moving past me by
I swear I never thought that I was wrong
So give me a second chance
To see the way You see the people all alone
Give me Your eyes so I can see
Everything that I keep missing
Give me Your love for humanity
The ones that are far beyond my reach?
Give me Your heart for the one's forgotten
Give me Your eyes so I can see
Give me Your eyes so I can see
Everything that I keep missing
That I keep missing
The ones that are far beyond my reach?
Give me Your heart for the one's forgotten
Give me Your eyes so I can see
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
HEATH, BRANDON / INGRAM, JASON
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Peermusic Publishing
This song was a great reminder for me to simplify my life and try to see myself, my family and OTHERS as the Savior sees them!
Good night dear friends!
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Sunday, December 1, 2013
Happy December!
Today I wanted for the 1st Day of December to share a Christmas Story with you.
THE GRINCH STOLE OUR CHRISTMAS by John Hilton III
"One of my favorite Christmas memories was the time that the Grinch stole our Christmas. I was 23, recently married, and my wife and I were spending Christmas with my parents and three of my siblings ( ages 13 to 18 ). As was our custom, all of the kids gathered in my parents' bedroom while my dad went downstairs to check and see if Santa had come to visit us. "Uh oh," we heard him call out. "Something bad has happened!" My dad is prone to saying that type of thing on Christmas morning, so I wasn't worried. But when we came downstairs there were no presents, no stockings, and no Christmas tree. Even the decorations were gone. Everybody was stunned.
On the fireplace was a note from the Grinch saying that he had stolen our Christmas! The Grinch had left a box containing 20 sacks, and he said in his note that if we would drive into downtown Seattle and distribute the sacks amongst homeless people he might bring our gifts back. Each sack contained some fruit, McDonald's coupons, and a few other items.
So the five of us drove into Seattle and started searching for the homeless people. They were not hard to find. It was humbling to see many people on the streets, obviously not enjoying the warmth and goodness that we knew was waiting at home for us. We parked the care and began approaching people.
The vast majority of those we met gave us friendly smiles and expressed thanks. As we drove home, I felt a profound gratitude for the wonderful Christmas I was experiencing, in contrast to that faced by so many others. When we arrived, everything had magically reappeared-stockings, gifts, tree and decorations. It was a Christmas that my family remembers and stands out as having an impact-not because of the gifts we received, but because of how "the Grinch" helped us give to others.
Tuesday, October 22, 2013
There is always HOPE!
Good night dear friends!
As I rounded a corner in the two-lane road, I spotted a man pulled over in a small gravel parking lot. He was standing next to his car and playing an acoustic guitar with boundless energy and a smile as big as the midday sun.
I hit the brakes, and, after performing a debatably illegal U-turn, I pulled in next to him and stepped out of my car. He eyed me with some suspicion as I approached.
Assuming he was busking like many I’ve met in places like Portland, New York or Los Angeles, I fished a few dollars from my pocket and scanned the ground for a hat or guitar case. To my surprise, I found none.
“All right, my friend,” I said, with my hand extended, “I’ve just got to know. What’s your story?”
One hour later, I had much more than a story — I had a friend.
Leonard, who asked me not to use his last name, works as a maintenance man at a large church near Washington, D.C. Everyday for lunch he finds a spot, often the same one where I first met him, and plays his guitar.
“But you don’t take tips?” I asked.
“I don’t play for money,” he said flatly. “I play for God.”
Leonard explained that more than 20 years ago, he was fighting his way through a gritty life soaked with alcohol, clouded by drugs and financial struggles. One day, a friend passed along a rumor about a paid position in a nearby church and, despite his doubts, Leonard tracked down and met with the pastor.
After a long discussion about Leonard’s skills and his ability to fix anything and everything, he was offered the job.
Shocked at the sudden opportunity, Leonard’s red, blurry eyes met the pastor’s. “Sir, I’m an alcoholic and I play my music too loud. Why would God want me working in his house?”
The pastor smiled, “Because it can be your house, too.”
It took time, but because someone believed in him, Leonard turned his life around and embraced hard work and his musical skills like never before. He became frugal with his income and invested in guitars and other equipment.
The man has never had a lesson, yet seems to know every style. Leonard played for me a half a dozen songs ranging from hymns to rock to blues. He even improvised a song about a strange man in a white shirt and tie watching him play on the side of the road. I shouted, “That could be a hit!”
In between numbers, I asked my new friend what he’d learned during his years playing for joggers, bikers and cars.
“I’ve learned that all talent comes from God. I couldn’t just do this by myself. He made it happen for me.”
We discussed the many people who’ve stopped with business cards and offers to help him take his music to a wider audience. But he says they just don’t get it. “I’m not playing to be famous. I play because it’s what I love to do.”
What else has Guitar Leonard learned?
He believes that when you have questions, you don't turn to the world for answers — you turn to heaven. “The world will lead you in every direction,” he said, letting the guitar hang from his neck as he swept his arms in a wide circle. Then he looked up and added, “But he will not.”
I wondered if he ever imagined what people were thinking when they passed him by. “My advice?” he said, “Do what you love and don't worry who's watching.”
After another song and some good-natured coaxing, Leonard allowed me to shoot a few seconds of video and to take a photo. “You know what?” I said. “I think you’re doing a lot of good in this world.”
He gestured to the sky with the neck of his guitar. “If I make a difference for God down here, he will make a difference for me up there.”
As we said goodbye, I told him I was overcome with the notion that though we may worship and work in different places, we pray to the same father in heaven and that clearly the Lord loves him dearly, is very proud of him and cannot wait to greet him above.
He looked down at his feet.
“Leonard, God loves you, do you know that?” I asked.
He smiled and looked up. "He must. He sent you here today.”
“No, no, my friend,” I insisted. “It's the other way around.”
Just last week, I ran into Guitar Leonard at the very same spot. I introduced him to a friend traveling with me that day and we laughed and danced on the side of the road.
As Leonard launched into an original song, I briefly tuned him out and tuned into my own life. In one form or another, aren’t we all playing music for our creator? Am I using my talents in the same way? Are you?
I’m not always sure what my music sounds like, but I hope one day I play as well as my friend Leonard.
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Wednesday, December 5, 2012
What Christmas can be about for kids!
It is a great reminder on what Christmas can be like for our kids. In a world where it is GET,GET,GET...I think we can instill in them the desire to GIVE,GIVE,GIVE! One tradition that Angie and I have done since she was old enough to understand, is to make and buy gifts to take to the homeless. There are quite a few stores that have drop off boxes, and they take and deliver them to the kids in need. It makes my heart feel good to see how excited Angie gets to make and wrap these gifts to look beautiful for the little kids that have so much less than her. I hope that Jenny will be able to start that tradition soon, and even Kai when he gets older. I love Christmas, I love the feeling in the air! Yes, this home truly believes!
Good night dear friends!
“Christmas magic is silent. You don't hear it---you feel it, you know it, you believe it.”
― Kevin Alan Milne, The Paper Bag Christmas
Monday, March 19, 2012
The Letter
I love this story, I think that is exactly what Jesus would have done if He were here. We are His hands, let us never forget that. Good night dear friends.
The Letter
Dear Ruth:
I’m going to be in your neighborhood Saturday afternoon and I would like to visit.
Love Always, Jesus
Her hands were shaking as she placed the letter on the table. “Why would the Lord want to visit me? I’m nobody special. I don’t have anything to offer.”
With that thought, Ruth remembered her empty kitchen cabinets. “Oh my goodness, I really don’t have anything to offer. I’ll have to run down to the store and buy something for dinner.” She reached for her purse and counted out it’s contents. Five dollars and forty cents. “Well, I can get some bread and cold cuts, at least.” She threw on her coat and hurried out the door.
A loaf of French bread, a half-pound of sliced turkey, and a carton of milk…leaving Ruth with a grand total of twelve cents to last her until Monday. Nonetheless, she felt good as she headed home, her meager offerings tucked under her arm.
“Hey lady, can you help us, lady?” Ruth had been so absorbed in her dinner plans, she hadn’t even noticed two figures huddled in the byway. A man and a woman, both of them dressed in little more than rags. “Look lady, I ain’t got a job, ya know, and my wife and I have been living out here on the street, and, well, now it’s getting cold and we’re getting kinda hungry and, well, if you could help us, lady, we’d really appreciate it.”
Ruth looked at them both. They were dirty, they smelled bad and frankly, she was certain that they could get some kind of work if they really wanted to. “Sir, I’d like to help you, but I’m a poor woman myself. All I have is a few cold cuts and some bread, and I’m having an important guest for dinner tonight and I was planning on serving that to “Him.”
“Yeah, well, okay lady, I understand. Thanks anyway. “The man put his arm around the woman’s shoulders, turned and he headed back into the alley.
As she watched them leave, Ruth felt a familiar twinge in her heart. “Sir, wait!” The couple stopped and turned as she ran down the alley after them. “Look, why don’t you take this food. I’ll figure out something else to serve my guest.” She handed the man her grocery bag.
“Thank you lady. Thank you very much!” “Yes, thank you!” It was the man’s wife, and Ruth could see now that she was shivering. “You know, I’ve got another coat at home. Here, why don’t you take this one.” Ruth unbuttoned her jacket and slipped it over the woman’s shoulders. Then smiling, she turned and walked back…..without her coat and with nothing to serve her guest.
“Thank you lady! Thank you very much!”
Ruth was chilled by the time she reached her front door, and worried too. The Lord was coming to visit and she didn’t have anything to offer Him.
She fumbled through her purse for the door key. But as she did, she noticed another envelope in her mailbox. “That’s odd. The mailman doesn’t usually come twice in one day.” She took the envelope out of the box and opened it.
Dear Ruth:
It was so good to see you again. Thank you for the lovely meal. And thank you, too, for the beautiful coat.
Love Always, Jesus
The air was still cold, but even without her coat, Ruth no longer noticed.
… Author unknown
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Saturday, January 28, 2012
Honesty is the best policy!
I loved this story, honesty is always the best policy. What a great reminder that through making right choices, we can actually change our destiny!
Good night dear friends!
Homeless man's decision to return $3,300 changed his life!
By Douglas Stanglin, USA TODAY
By David Wallace/The Republic
About a year ago, a homeless man in Arizona found a bag full of cash and made a fateful decision: He returned it.
The Arizona Republic published a feel-good story today that actually feels good about the future of 49-year-old Dave Tally of Tempe.
Tally was in debt, unemployed and had lost his driver's license for DUI violations. Homeless, he was sleeping on a mat in a church-based homeless shelter when he found $3,300 in a backpack at a local light-rail station.
That could have gotten Tally out of his hole, but he decided that was the wrong thing to do. Instead, he tracked down the owner of the cash, a college kid named Bryan Berlanger who had planned to use the money to buy a car to replace one he'd lost in an accident.
"Meeting Belanger and hearing the student thank and praise him for his honesty and kindness made Tally feel good about himself, he says," writes Republic reporter Dianna M. Nanez. "He hadn't had that feeling in awhile."
When word got out that Tally had turned in the cash instead of keeping it, the national media came looking for him.
Donations poured in, and Tally suddenly found himself with $10,000. But he was determined not to fritter it away.
He began paying off his bills, clearing up his driving record, and taking the long road back.
He even moved into a no-frills apartment across from the shelter as "a reminder of where I've been and where I'm not going back again."
One year later, Tally has landed his "dream job," managing a community garden.
Recently, The Republic reports, Tally started overseeing an internship program that allows people who are homeless to volunteer in the garden.
But he doesn't preach to anyone. "I let them know that when they're ready to make changes, it's possible," he says.
“Integrity is doing the right thing, even if nobody is watching.”
Tuesday, November 29, 2011
Homeless
Today as I was coming out of a shopping center, I saw a young homeless girl on the corner. I thought she looked familiar and as I got closer…I realized I did know her. She is the daughter of a dear friend from the past. I just recently saw this friend, after quite a few years. She shared with me about this daughter. It broke my heart to hear that she was still making bad choices, and had all 3 of her children taken from her. It was a very sad feeling for me to actually know the story behind a Homeless person. Most of the time I don’t know anything about them and I am asking myself questions like…are they really homeless, where is there family, does their family know that they are homeless, are they hungry, do they really have a family, are they an addict, what happened to their life, what could they be thinking…standing there for hours every day? All these questions go through my head and I never know the answers, yet today I did, and for some reason I felt even worse. I know this girl’s family, they are wonderful people, but they have tried for years to help her and still she makes bad choices. They can’t change that. What a heart break that must be to my friend as a Mother!
I wanted to put her in the car and ask her about her life and why she was choosing to do this? Still I knew that there wasn’t anything I could really do, so I drove past and said a prayer. I prayed that some day she would have the desire to change and become a healthier and happy person. I also prayed for her children and for her family...that their hearts would be healed. It also made me realize how grateful I am that my children are all safe, happy and making healthy and good choices…that is no small thing!
Good night dear friends!
”But I will say that the drugs are much more ferocious then they used to be. There are people wrecking their lives with addiction, which seems much more severe.” ~Armistead Maupin
“Once you choose hope, anything's possible”. ~Christopher Reeve
When the world says, "Give up,"
Hope whispers, "Try it one more time." ~Author Unknown
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
You may be the answer to someone's prayer!
I struggle each time I see a homeless person standing or sitting by the roadside with their signs. I always say a silent prayer that some how, some way they will find some help and direction in their life. It is a tough decision at times to give money, and some times a tough decision not to. I have done both. I am not hear to argue what others say about these homeless people. I have heard people say that no one should have to beg on the streets with all the shelters and services out there to help. I have heard people say, that some of the people aren't really homeless, it is just a great way to make some good money. I have heard people say, that if you give them money then they are just going to go by cigarettes or beer with it.
Whatever you believe, I still think we need to try and help those around us. Many times, we are the answer to someone's prayer. The ones we need to help may not be homeless at all. They may look the same as you and I, and yet be fighting a terrible personal battle of their own. Maybe our phone call that day, helped them to feel wanted and loved. Maybe it is the stranger on the street, or someone in our neighborhood that needs help. I just feel like more often than not, we need to look at those we come in contact with every day, and see if there is a way that we can be of some help to them. We can pray each day to be guided to those who need us. Don't forget by starting to look at the people in your own home. Everyone is needy at some point in their life. This story below, reminded me of this tonight.
"One cold evening I went to New Delhi Railway station to reserve my ticket for Kolkata. It was too cold, foggy weather; I could not stand outside. I parked my bike near the station counter and I tried to go inside the ticket counter.
Suddenly, I saw a man, trying to get relief from the cold with a torn blanket, on the footpath. He had no hands, no legs, and he was trembling from the cold. He was trying to cover his body with the torn blanket, but he failed every time to do it. He wished for someone to come and help him.
So many people crossed by there, with a smile, to see the scene. I forgot all about the cold and I was whispering to myself, "God, why you are giving so much pain to his handicapped person? Why are you not helping this man?"
Then I suddenly realize that God sent me to help this person and I quickly ran to help him cover his body.
He said, "SUKRIYA BHAISAAB (Thanks)".
It's not a big thing for everybody, but it changed me a lot. God gave me the dream to help poor, handicapped people. I realized one thing that a dream is one thing, which runs human. From that day, I promised myself, whatever it may take, I will help lots... lots... of people to live a happy life.
Here I would like to request everybody, if you see anybody who requires help, don't just pass by. Try to give possible help to them. Maybe God sent you to help them."
http://www.motivateus.com/stories/dptw.htm
"How wonderful it is that nobody need wait a single moment before starting to improve the world." ~Anne Frank
"We can do no great things, only small things with great love." ~Mother Teresa
"Unless someone like you cares a whole awful lot, nothing is going to get better. It's not. " ~Dr. Seuss
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
Every little bit helps... and matters!
This was a powerful story, and it was about the difference little children can make. Made me stop and think what difference am I making on a daily basis? It is a bit long, but good! Enjoy!
The Rock Club
One night when I was in second grade, I saw something on the news that really bothered me. It was about a group of homeless people sleeping outside in the cold, with nowhere to go for warmth and comfort. I felt sorry for them, and I wanted to help.
So I decided to start a club. The goal was to raise money to help the homeless. I called it the Rock Club. When I first started, we only had about five members, but that quickly grew to about twenty. It wasn't hard to get people to join the club. I hardly had to ask anybody if they wanted to be a member. In fact, they came up to me and just asked me if they could join!
We spent all of our free time at recess painting rocks. We painted animals, flowers and shapes – even names of sports teams. We all just worked on whatever we felt like painting.
We'd go around the school in search of teachers who would buy our rocks and use them as paperweights. We sold the rocks for five cents, ten cents and even up to twenty cents each. We painted one huge rock with polka dots that sold for five bucks! By Christmas, we had raised thirty-three dollars. We decided to give the money to a local homeless shelter.
My mom offered to take my friend and me to the shelter to deliver the money. When we pulled up, we noticed that there were whole families sitting on the snowy sidewalk. As we went into the building, I could not get the picture of what I had just seen out of my mind. I kept thinking about the little children, and all of the men and women with nowhere to sleep.
When we got inside, we met the lady at the front desk and gave her the money that the club had earned. She seemed really grateful for our donation. She invited us to take a tour of the shelter. I had never seen a real homeless shelter before, so I wanted to see the inside. As we toured the building, what really got to me were the rows and rows of tables set up to feed the hungry. There must have been over one hundred tables in there. In the kitchen, the helpers were making what seemed like endless rows of gingerbread men. It was amazing to me that for every gingerbread man, the shelter was expecting a person in need for dinner and shelter that night.
As we were leaving the homeless shelter, I saw a man sitting on the snow-covered pavement. He was wearing a dirty, dark green coat and black pants that were covered in mud. He was clutching to his side a Christmas tree covered with red ornaments. I felt so sorry for him because he had nowhere else to put a tree except the streets where he lived. It made me realize that even someone with no home, or money for presents, still wanted to have a Christmas.
The next day there was picture of that same man in the newspaper. I knew his image would stay with me forever. I hoped that his picture also reminded others about how much help the homeless people need, and that we should remember them all year – not only at Christmas.
A few days later, a newspaper reporter and a photographer came to our school and took a picture of our Rock Club members. The photo and article came out in the paper the next day. We all felt proud that we had done something that gave more attention to the needs of the homeless in our town.
Our school decided that what we did was really great, so they started a program just for kids. Now kids at our school are helping the homeless shelter and other organizations that help people in need.
Something as simple as some rocks, some paint and a few caring kids made me realize that you're never too young – and you don't need much – to make a difference.
by Vanessa Clayton, age 14
"Never look down on anybody unless you're helping him up." ~Jesse Jackson
"Today, give a stranger one of your smiles. It might be the only sunshine he sees all day." ~Quoted in P.S. I Love You, compiled by H. Jackson Brown, Jr.