Friday, July 26, 2013
In These Shoes
It seems when we moved out we pitched a lot of shit. Then we moved a lot of shit we kept to other bedrooms and closets, but when we moved back in, many things stayed in those other rooms and closets.
I'm at the point, if it is in another room and we haven't used it, we need to lose it.
One thing that went yesterday were shoes. Not tons - seven pair between 710 and myself. They were old, out of style or never quite fit. They've been gathering dust.
It would have been easy to give them too Goodwill, but a local organization was collecting shoes for folks affected by the Haiti earthquake three and one-half years ago.
Haiti is pretty impoverished on its best day, and since that earthquake, they haven't bounced back much at all. I was good going slightly out of my way to drop of shoes for this charity.
Of course, I think everything's a scam, so hopefully the shoes will make its way to the folks who need them.
I kind of internally chuckled when I opened my trunk with these shoes. It seemed like I had the Holocaust Museum Shoe Exhibit Starter Kit.
Oh relax - it is a joke. (Though if you're ever in DC you need to take a day to go to the museum - and then another day to recover.)
But I pulled up to drop off the shoes - one of like five locations - and what do I see?
The place I dropped off at was a church, one that has an almost exclusive African-American base. I stood for a few minutes talking to the very handsome pastor who was telling me how he was taking flak from any number of people because he was doing this for Haiti but for not doing something for Trayvon Martin.
I never got to question as to what he was supposed to actually do for someone who had been dead for 18 months (not that I was ever actually going to ask that question).
He immediately went on to say, "people get murdered every single day. These are millions of people who have been without everything for years".
I was a little taken aback by that - not that any of it wasn't untrue - just him being forthright telling someone he's never met before that he was going against some in his congregation with no apologies.
8600 pairs of shoes are nothing to sneeze at. I really have no idea how they'll get tied garbage bags down to the Caribbean.
Here's hoping it's not a scam.
Song by: Kirsty MacColl