Toby and I just got back from dropping off four large boxes filled with bedding, clothing, shoes, and other necessities at a Brooklyn UPS distribution center. After calling a list of places found via the Red Cross as well as our local Salvation Army and Habitat for Humanity in search of small ways to lend a hand, I finally decided to call the Baton Rouge Salvation Army directly. And low and behold I got a hold of someone. I assumed that the Baton Rouge office would be overwhelmed with donations but that someone there might have information regarding where or who I might talk to. I was surprised to discover that that office was still gratefully accepting donations.
The woman I spoke to was a refugee herself. She had fled from New Orleans and was helping out as she had nowhere else to be or go. We spoke for a bit. I became teary-eyed and began dropping my sloppy words all over the phone. It was wonderful to hear from someone who, in spite of the obvious horror, was willing to put everything aside personally and lend out what was left of their hand.
People are lovely. She is lovely.
Toby Joe and I spent what was left of the afternoon packing up boxes and writing notes. We dropped them off just moments ago to a man who was so kind he waved the fee he normally adds on top of each box.
Today was such a good day. I signed up to help a number of local charities who are up to their ears in volunteers but who will in time need assistance.
This time, I am going to stick to what I said and help out during non-emergent times. I simply must find a way to make my life seem a little more useful.