It appeared to be a normal Saturday feeding day. We started out at A’ala Park and it was very crowded there. People started lining up as soon as we got out of the truck. The people in this park are the ones no one wants to see, the scary looking, dirty ones.
Most of them are chronically homeless and some have been on the streets for years. They are depressed, despondent, and ashamed. I make it a point to feed here as often as possible. I have gotten to know them, and they are people, that for whatever reason landed up in this park, homeless and hungry. They are thankful and grateful for whatever we bring.
Most appear unhealthy, and ill. As you talk to them some will say, “Can I have a plate for my friend”? “He just had an operation and he’s lying over there but he can’t walk”. Or, “I am so hungry. Thank you for caring about us”.
What made this Saturday different was the number of people in the park. I have never seen so many. We usually make about 150-200 meals, and feed at three locations, but I knew we could possibly run out of food at our very first stop. So, I cut back on the portions and tried to stretch the food.
In twenty minutes we’d served over 100 meals and we just had to stop. Our next stop was where the children were and we could not risk not having enough food to serve them. As we were loading the truck, people were running towards us and begging us not to leave.
As we approached our next stop, the children saw us drive up. About 10 of them ran over to my husband and I, threw their arms around our waists and thighs (some were very small) and shouted, “Thank you Auntie and Uncle for bringing us food”.
That simple comment made my heart skip a beat. It was gratifying to know what we were doing was appreciated, but it was heart breaking to know that these children needed to depend on the kindness of strangers so they could eat.
We served evey sandwich, every bowl of spagetti, every PB&J sandwich, every piece of fruit, chips, cookies, donuts and milk that we had in the truck. When we finished, we still had people standing there looking at us. We didn’t have enough.
We ran out of food. There are so many people that are living on the strrets now. From my perspective, it is getting worst.
If you can help us get more food out to the community, please good to www.pbj4tots.org and donate. We are trying to make a difference in our community and it is getting harder every week.
We need your help. Please help us feed the hungry.