This morning I went down to Skid Rowish area in downtown LA with my mom, two younger brothers, and my cousin Paxton. Lane (youngest brother) is apart of a Firefighter mentoring program, and they along with a Skih community were passing out toys and neccesities and clothing to homeless families. This past week has been an emotional roller coaster for me, and I really needed to go to church. So when I was told I couldn't go to church this morning, I was naturally, pretty ticked off. However after we arrived in the pouring rain, and the owner of one of the homeless missions down there said that there had been people lined up since 4am that morning, I realized these people needed more help than I did. When i ruined my boots due to the rain, I was pretty upset. But a little later, when I began working in one of the tent assembly lines and saw all these people lined up and what they were wearing I wanted to cry. I was complaining about ruining my boots due to the rainwater and puddles, and yet there were all these people, alot of whom had babies and very young children, whose shoes were too small and too big, that were falling apart, and were just plain disgusting. After seeing that sight, I wanted to cry, I felt so guilty for complaining about a pair of boots that I ruined during the rain, when I have another pair at home, at least 5 pairs of heels, rainbow sandals, and a pair of flats, I felt horrible. I volunteered there for 3 hours, and i've done a lot of mission work before, but there was just something different about today, it was a really moving expieience.
A lot of other things happened today, good and bad, but above all, this is one expierience I will not forget.
Goodnight Everyone, Merry Almost Christmas,
BeachBlondie <3
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