A Day In The Life of The Haiti Lady: Food For Haiti

Tuesday, June 03, 2008

Food For Haiti

Around a month and a half ago I got a call from an old friend. She said that the local Middle School her son goes to (the one Hunter will attend this next year) wanted to do a Community project. Her son, who I have known for several years now as well, was extremely touched by the news that showed the food riots in Haiti. He has known Hunter since he was young, and Hunter was in Scouts with him for a while...so, knowing someone who actually hailed from the far away place he saw on the news hit him in the heart. He approached his student group and they decided to do a Food For Haiti project the last 2 weeks of school.
Even though the kids were ready for summer and DONE with the school vibe, they managed to raise 3 boxes of food full of Tuna, a 50lb bag of rice, 2 large bags of beans and a few odds and ends for the Creche the kids are from.
Now, I am humbly looking for a way to get this bounty to Haiti without it costing me an arm and a leg that I do not have...hehe

I am off to barter with DHL, Fed Ex and who ever to take this food to Haiti for me and the kids and to let them know it made a difference...that a few kids in a small school can make a difference half way across the world! (Pictures to come when I find the stinking camera cord!)

1 comment:

Angela said...: So great! Will it be going to HFC/NLL? Perhaps posting to many of the families we may all be able to chip in on the shipping costs to Haiti or to our homes to be taken to Haiti when we go (if that is cheaper).

Love ya,
angela; 12:43 PM

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We are responsible for children who put chocolate fingers everywhere,
who like to be tickled,
who stomp in puddles and ruin their pants,
who sneak Popsicles before supper,
who erase holes in math workbooks,
who can never find their shoes.
And we are responsible for those who stare at photographers from behind barbed wires,
who can't bound down the street in a new pair of sneakers, who never "counted potatoes",
who are born in places we wouldn't be caught dead,
who never got to the circus,
who live in an x-rated world.
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who give us sticky kisses and fistfuls of dandelions,
who sleep with the dog and bury goldfish,
who hug us in a hurry and forget their lunch money,
who cover themselves with Band-Aids and sing off-key,
who squeeze toothpaste all over the sink,
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who have no safe blanket to drag behind them,
who watch their parents watch them die,
who can't find any bread to steal,
who don't have any rooms to clean up,
whose pictures aren't on anybody's dresser,
whose monsters are real.
We are responsible for children who spend all their allowance before Tuesday,
who throw tantrums in the grocery store and pick at their food,
who like ghost stories,
who shove dirty clothes under the bed ,
and never rinse the tub,
who get visits from the tooth fairy,
who don't like to be kissed in front of the carpool,
who squirm in church and scream in the phone,
whose tears we sometimes laugh at and
whose smiles can make us cry.
And we are responsible for those whose nightmares come in the daytime,
who will eat anything,
who have never seen a dentist,
who aren't spoiled by anybody,
who go to bed hungry and cry themselves to sleep,
who live and move, but have no being.
We are responsible for children who want to be carried, and for those who must be...
For those we never give up on,
and for those who don't get a second chance.
For those we smother... and for those who will grab the hand of anybody kind enough to offer it.
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