Food For Many

I walked in my office and stepped over the box of Cheerios and the cans of chicken noodle soup this morning. The goal to fill my office with food for the local food pantry was definitely having an impact on my life.

I have been fortunate to never need assistance to put food on the table in my house. Neither did my parents or grandparents. My grandparents went weeks without paychecks during the Great Depression and still managed. What would it be like? I hope I never have to find out.

As a parent, you take on tremendous responsibility for you children. They are entirely dependent on you to put food on the table and care for them. We make sacrifices everyday for them, whether it be with a ride to practice, caring for them when they are sick, helping with homework, or just listening to their challenges. Kids shouldn't have to worry about whether or not they are going to eat that day.

Yet there are too many kids who are facing that issue. This should not be. The tremendous wealth that exists in this country is amazing and yet there are still households that struggle mightily. I am not a socialist promoting redistribution of wealth but it does seem ridiculous that we see the disparity we do. When pro athletes with tremendous physical ability and great agents are quibbling over the question whether they will make 18 or 20 million dollars for three or four years with teams that are worth hundreds of millions of dollars, it doesn't seem right.

So, my challenge is stepping over the donations in my office for another week. I know I can handle it. I can only hope my office becomes to filled to work in and that kids don't face an empty dinner table at this time of year or any for that matter.