Friday, July 13, 2007

HOTDOGS FOR THE SOUL

This is a picture of some children in South Africa at the creche where they receive 2 meals a day. Sometimes, their only food. We expect that in South Africa. Not so much in Chicago.






Wednesday evening I had the opportunity to be part of a mission where we fed a couple hundred of hungry people in Chicago IL in the United States.

Many were homeless. Some are schizophrenic. Some are down on their luck. They were all hungry.
My daughter Abby, my 13 yr old niece Mallory and several other dedicated people involved in Pranic Healing of Chicago arrived at Broadway and Wilson to hand out Hotdogs, potato chips, pickles and a dessert along with the support of The Night Ministries of Chicago. What a great organization. They came and set up tables for us and then passed out socks, cookies and coffee. Check out their website. http://www.thenightministries.org/
Abby was the pickle lady who purchased 7 very large jars of dill pickles and put one pickle at a time in a plastic baggie. Mallory was the onion lady. We had chopped onions with love and she was totally appreciated since onions were a treat. I was in charge of pickle relish and Liz squirted mustard and Ketchup on the hotdogs as presented by each of those in line.
Mallory was surprised by the appearance of many of those in the line. Her image of "homeless" was as represented on TV and these people did not necessarily look like those images.
Some had on jewelry, some were very articulate, some were neat and some were not. Bottom line they were simply souls in a human body who were hungry.

We handed out 350 hotdogs in less than an hour and there were still some people in line. However, there were several who had gone through the line a couple of times and I got to know how much relish they wanted and if they wanted onions or not.

A bit of a surprise when a lady gave one of her hotdogs to her dog. No one seemed to be bothered by that. Each person was accepted for exactly who they are.

I looked into their eyes. I smiled at them. I cracked a joke. Some looked back at me. Some looked away. Some said thankyou and some said nothing.
I knew they were grateful.
So am I for the experience. I want to do it again and I will chop lots of onions even if they make my eyes water.


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