Okay, okay -
Feb. 6th, 2006 08:09 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kyburgI don't know what's going on over there - but one of my birthday-sisters and her husband have put up a pair of posts this morning. And I don't even know if they're aware they're shadowing each other.
But the pair? Call it paying it forward -
First, his - Once upon a time I had a young wife when I was young and a newborn babe to take care of. No jobs...so I walked 5 miles to get to the local "plasma donating place" and sat with a needle in my arm for a few hours to get $15. On the way home I would stop and by myself a dough nut and a half pint of milk. The little that was left went to buy food for my wife and baby and other baby needs. I did that twice a week and I drank water the rest of the time....no food.
After doing this for 3 months I had lost so much weight and my iron levels dropped so low I could not "donate" any more. I sat on the stoop and cried.
One of the "vampires" (as we joking referred to the folks working there) was leaving for lunch and saw me sitting there in tears. He asked me what was wrong and I told him what was going on, and I told him the whole story. He told me he would be right back and went inside again.
A few minutes later he came out with a couple of the other employees of the place and told me they were going to give me a ride home, we ended up at a greek restaurant and they bought me a fantastic lunch. (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lord_keeper)
But before, that? His wifeelfwench had posted - So Keeper decided it was time for a field trip to the grocery store. The kids (then 8 and 11 years old) didn't know what a steak was, they confessed. So it was decided then and there that we would have a steak dinner and that it was time for a field trip to the grocery store. He'd been on short-term disability leave after breaking his hand at work, and he'd been living cheap at a friend's while getting his workman's comp, so he'd put back a bit.
He grabbed a cart, and told me and the kids to grab one too... four carts. And while I wasn't surprised at the second cart, I thought it was cute he was going to let the kids each push a cart and feel like they were helping. Little did I know that he was planning on filling each of the carts brimming full.
Is food kindness? It is when you need it - there are no ways seen to find a way through to enough of it, and yeah - the things you can't eat are sometimes just as important.
Both Jim and I grew up in homes without enough food in them (when I tell folks I also grew up in a home on WW, they don't get it. Yeah, the two can go together. Have a step-parent. The dynamics can get really wonky) - he won't touch a plate of liver and onions, for example. Me? Tuna fish sandwiches are still a guilty pleasure. We either had the tuna or the bread. Not the two together.
Insanely simple stuff - but this is where a lot of families live. Don't forget that.
But the pair? Call it paying it forward -
First, his - Once upon a time I had a young wife when I was young and a newborn babe to take care of. No jobs...so I walked 5 miles to get to the local "plasma donating place" and sat with a needle in my arm for a few hours to get $15. On the way home I would stop and by myself a dough nut and a half pint of milk. The little that was left went to buy food for my wife and baby and other baby needs. I did that twice a week and I drank water the rest of the time....no food.
After doing this for 3 months I had lost so much weight and my iron levels dropped so low I could not "donate" any more. I sat on the stoop and cried.
One of the "vampires" (as we joking referred to the folks working there) was leaving for lunch and saw me sitting there in tears. He asked me what was wrong and I told him what was going on, and I told him the whole story. He told me he would be right back and went inside again.
A few minutes later he came out with a couple of the other employees of the place and told me they were going to give me a ride home, we ended up at a greek restaurant and they bought me a fantastic lunch. (
lord_keeper)But before, that? His wife
elfwench had posted - So Keeper decided it was time for a field trip to the grocery store. The kids (then 8 and 11 years old) didn't know what a steak was, they confessed. So it was decided then and there that we would have a steak dinner and that it was time for a field trip to the grocery store. He'd been on short-term disability leave after breaking his hand at work, and he'd been living cheap at a friend's while getting his workman's comp, so he'd put back a bit.He grabbed a cart, and told me and the kids to grab one too... four carts. And while I wasn't surprised at the second cart, I thought it was cute he was going to let the kids each push a cart and feel like they were helping. Little did I know that he was planning on filling each of the carts brimming full.
Is food kindness? It is when you need it - there are no ways seen to find a way through to enough of it, and yeah - the things you can't eat are sometimes just as important.
Both Jim and I grew up in homes without enough food in them (when I tell folks I also grew up in a home on WW, they don't get it. Yeah, the two can go together. Have a step-parent. The dynamics can get really wonky) - he won't touch a plate of liver and onions, for example. Me? Tuna fish sandwiches are still a guilty pleasure. We either had the tuna or the bread. Not the two together.
Insanely simple stuff - but this is where a lot of families live. Don't forget that.
