At last I’m sitting down and sitting still long enough to write. For the past three weeks, whenever I thought about writing, my inner nag would remind me of something I needed to do to get ready for Christmas.
My Christmas was wonderful and I hope yours was also. Robert came home on Monday before Christmas and stayed until the following Sunday. Jim has been home since the 22nd, even after getting stuck in London an extra day with scheduling and routing problems with his airline. In the old days, when he was a junior pilot with little seniority, he would have been lucky to hold a schedule that got him home the day after Christmas. With age does come some perks.
While I’m most grateful to my family and my friends for their generosity and hospitality this holiday season, I’d like to tell you about a wonderful gift I gave myself.
On Saturday, December 12, Jim and I, along with our friends Gerry Fix, Judy Haag, and Sandy Wroe, volunteered to help collect for the United States Marine Corps “Toys for Tots” program. On behalf of the Ft. Worth Veterans Memorial Air Park, we manned a very busy intersection near the Hulen Mall in Ft. Worth. For four hours, we waved our collection buckets and dashed out into traffic when someone offered a donation. That may not sound very long, but be assured that age 60-plus feet, knees, and backs are getting a real workout in those four hours. Avoiding getting run over, and hopping over curbs and fire ant mounds, made for an exhausting, but truly rewarding adventure.
Sandy and I worked with a handsome young man who said his name was Ambrose. I asked him if that was his first name or his last name and what would he like us to call him. He said we could call him Lance Corporal. I respectfully obliged, but as I recall, Sandy called him “Sweetie” the whole time. He didn’t seem to mind. Sandy and I were all bundled up for the drizzle and cold weather we had that weekend, while Lance Corporal Ambrose was in his dress blues only. Surely the U.S.M.C. has heard about silk long johns from L.L.Bean. The kid was freezing. After a couple of hours of running out into traffic, Lance Corporal Ambrose announced to me, “I feel really happy and kind of wired.”
“I think it’s the carbon monoxide,” I told him. “You need a break.” He had less than an hour to go, so he stuck with it—with a smile, a “thank you,” and a “Merry Christmas” to everyone who donated.
The Debrief
When our stretch ended, Jim took us girls to lunch at Chili’s. The five of us talked and laughed and rehashed the experience and the people we encountered. We all agreed that the Marines were amazing young men and women. And we all agreed that we had observed these three things:
• The more expensive the vehicle, the less likely the driver was to make a donation. Perhaps the drivers of the Jaguars and Hummers that roared past us with the windows up had already given all they could. I say that with equal parts sincerity, wonder and sarcasm. We all found that fascinating.
• Conversely, the more beat up and run down the vehicle, the more likely the driver was to give something. And often the drivers of those old clunkers would let their tiny children drop a few coins into our buckets. Many folks emptied their coin-filled ashtray for us, apologizing that it was all they had. We also found that fascinating.
• And finally, we discovered that begging on a street corner is a humbling experience. We caught on quickly that a window rolled down as a vehicle approached meant we would receive a donation. But it was also nice when a driver would smile and wave as they drove on, windows up, without making a donation. We learned that a smile and a wave are gifts of kindness and humanity, too.
All five of us had aches and pains in one area or another afterward, but we all agreed it was an uplifting, truly rewarding experience, and we’ll gladly do it again next year!
Happy New Year to all,
Donna
Donna, what a great adventure and story. Good for all of you that helped out and interesting about the more expensive/indulgent cars didn't donate and those less fortunate did whatever they could.
ReplyDeleteJust one more observation in regards to Jim getting home for Christmas...older does not mean more senior. I'm older than you and was always junior to you... :-) But who cares now?
Love you.
You've got me there. But Jim is senior AND old. (I feel relatively safe in writing this because I'm a little older than he is.)
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Donna
As one of the over 60, retired flight attendants working a corner, I had a ball. I'll sign up for next year in a heart beat. I promise to always have a $1.00 or 2 close by when I see a boot or someone else on a corner for a good cause. Thank you Jim for lunch. SS
ReplyDeleteThank you for a wonderful, tiring day full of hope and love and great friendships. I will be there next year. It was a great exoperience and the stories we have to tel...well someday. Toys-4-Tots is dear to my heart..this day was a great Christmas start. Thank you! I love our Marines!
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I think all of you "girls" are wonderful. The "boys" sure are cute too. I would loved to have been there having a blast with you. However, I probably would have had to be defrosted after four hours. We Florida "girls" have thin blood you know!
ReplyDeleteKeep up the good work.
Love You all
NT
Wonderful story Donna. We had a great Christmas too. Our son and wife from Mpls flew in and stayed 5 days.
ReplyDeleteDonna, after reading your post and the comments, how can I NOT volunteer with you next year??? Unless I'm out-of-town, count me in! I know it's a fabulous feeling.
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