On Tuesday I got up at six and tried not to make any noise as I went about my morning routine. I left the house at seven, being careful not to shut the door too hard.
I got on GA400 South and rode down to Project Open Hand. I have been volunteering there for some time now. I find that I am experiencing great pleasure assisting the organization in the preparation of meals for the needy.
I've developed a friendly camaraderie with the guys and gals there. We listen to the radio and sing along to familiar tunes as we scoop out piles of peas and other veggies into trays, make sandwiches and drop in the little packets of condiments, we have a ball as we seal the containers and move the production line down to bagging the whole meal (along with a roll and a milk) and send the items off to the guys who are loading and unloading the meal trucks.
It's back breaking work. You stand all day, you lift heavy meal trays, you prepare hundreds of individual trays so someone or some family can have a decent meal.
As I ride home with sore feet and weary legs, I thank God that I have a regular job to go to. I have a steady income and a roof over my head. I thank God that my kids are not hungry and I have a decent vehicle to drive to and from work.
I am thankful for things that I normally take for granted and I'm glad that each time I ride out to Project Open Hand my ride back is very humbling.