Before heading down to distribute a dozen packages, the kitchen counter becomes an assembly line for sandwhiches, water bottles, chips and breakfast bars and cookies.
When we went down today to Hart Plaza there was only a few people hanging around the Plaza. Maybe it was because the temperature was over the 100 degree mark or the guys got lucky and found somewhere cool inside to stay. Maybe it was because over the past couple of days there have been bomb threats at the Windsor Tunnel and Ambassador Bridge. Don't know, but Ken and I drove around and found people to give our packages to--on the corner of exit ramps, a guy sitting on the ground in a park across from the Masonic Temple and one guy without legs wheeling himself along in a wheelchair downtown.
Does what were doing really make a difference. Maybe not to the world, but probably to the 9 people that we connected with today. Will it change their lives. Probably not, but it may make today -- just one day -- a little easier.
Ken and I met in the 5th grade. We have been in touch off and on through the years, but our lives went in different directions so we rarely crossed paths. One of the best parts of this package project is the chance to reconnect with Ken.
"We're just helping people one package at a time," says Ken.
I guess we are helping others, and in the process of doing good, it's helping us. It's a win-win for all of us.
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