Bagged, Tied, Humbled
Too tired to type or at least I thought I was. Somehow
whenever I feel a message growing within me I must let it out. Today I
volunteered again at Farm Share. My co-worker friend Wanda and I always distribute
the juices and water. Our prep work consisted of bagging 6 bottles of milk and
1 liter of juice, tying the bags then placing them in bins until they (4 bins) are
full. It involves teamwork, friendly conversation and laughs with other volunteers. Once we got going
the bins filled rather quickly. We were
kind of excited that there weren’t any cases of water. I'm not sure how we managed to lift all of those cases the last time but we did. Today there were only 1 gallon jugs. At the beginning of every distribution a prayer is said and after
Amen is spoken the gates open. We are always at the front of the line. Not the
first to greet but the first to give. Smiling eyes and faces followed by god bless you and thank you
are indeed doses of
adrenaline. I never noticed any pain, or tiredness until about 30-45 minutes
before the gates close. I kept waking up last night every hour. I wanted to be
sure that I didn’t oversleep. I needed to leave my house at 6:30 so I could
meet Wanda at our meeting spot at 7:30. I arrived early enough to eat a banana
and drink a protein shake and then we were off to Quincy. I didn’t take a break to eat. I just kept going
I was fine. Afterwards every muscle ached. I noticed that my hands and fingers
were swollen. I discovered a blister on my finger. My shoulder still ache a bit. My feet are sore and my
thighs. None of it matters now none of it mattered then. There's only strength, peace and love felt during the distribution. Pain is put aside. Today, I helped be a part of
someone’s blessing. I can’t complain. I won’t complain. The first car in the
line had been there since 9 PM last night.
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