Early yesterday morning, my land-line started ringing. It was only around seven in the morning or even earlier than that. I didn’t know the caller. The ID had our area code and the first three digits of the phone number were 430, which is not unusual for the cell phones in this area. I never answer the phone if I do not recognize the caller or the number. Never. Because I think that if anyone needs me, or if it is an important call, they would leave a message. But on an impulse I picked the phone up and said “hello?”
An old voice at the other end asked, “Do you have any food?”
It took me a few seconds to register that, and I asked, “Who are you trying to call?”
And she said “Granview Church”. I told her that she had the wrong number and asked what she needed by way of food.
But by the time I spoke the rest of my words the line was disconnected. I felt really bad about it. Anyway, after my morning shower Devotions and Prayers, I looked at the Caller ID, and called the number. The same voice answered.
I explained to her that she had called earlier and had hung up before I finished talking. I asked her what she needed. She said “Just some food”. I asked if she could use rice, pasta, bread and soups. She said yes.
So M and I got three or four bags filled with cereal boxes that we had not opened and which I bring for the boys when they come to spend the day or a few hours, along with several fruits, macaroni boxes, other pastas, and took them over to her place. She didn’t have a car, so we were able to handle that. She wanted half a gallon of milk, which i didn’t have. So i stuck some money in a zip lock bag and told her to ask a neighbour or some person she knew to get some apples and milk. She was an older lady in her late sixties I think.
The reason I am posting this, is because it is so sad that a country like America should have old people who have no one caring for them. She was not homeless, but could easily have been. There are churches and soup kitchens which help people, but when these same beings are without a car or transit system, the churches should at least call and find out how they are doing, or some branch of social service should have volunteers that would check up on them.
Reenie Mac, remember her from Xanga? She had recently posted on face book about children who live with abuse. Now with the schools closed, lunch and breakfast program for indigenous population is continuing through the Public School System here in Quincy. But I wonder if the kids get the meals, which the parents take home. I feel so bad for these little children whose only safe place used to be a day at the school.
How can one tiny, microscopic ‘thing’ ruin so many lives, and keep us away from each other?