...remember...
...how do you do it?
...two minutes of silence at 11:00 am?
...a memorial service?
...when you REALLY take time to "remember"...
...the courage is unimaginable...to sacrifice your life...and all of the wonderful things in it...
...for something you believe in...
...today at 11:00, after ELITE's 2 minutes of silence at 11:00 am, sharp...
...a team of ELITE-ECHO folks are heading down to Siloam Mission...
...to prepare food for Winnipeg's less fortunate...
...it is something that WE believe in...
...and while we are chopping vegetables and serving up hot food...
...I am sure that there will be more than a minute or two...
...where we will realize that this opportunity to help our community....
...that came at an unimaginable price to so many families...
...is something worth "remembering"
Humbly,
Your pal,
fISH
...two minutes of silence at 11:00 am?
...a memorial service?
...when you REALLY take time to "remember"...
...the courage is unimaginable...to sacrifice your life...and all of the wonderful things in it...
...for something you believe in...
...today at 11:00, after ELITE's 2 minutes of silence at 11:00 am, sharp...
...a team of ELITE-ECHO folks are heading down to Siloam Mission...
...to prepare food for Winnipeg's less fortunate...
...it is something that WE believe in...
...and while we are chopping vegetables and serving up hot food...
...I am sure that there will be more than a minute or two...
...where we will realize that this opportunity to help our community....
...that came at an unimaginable price to so many families...
...is something worth "remembering"
Humbly,
Your pal,
fISH
"When you're done your macaroni, I'll read stories with you," I offered to Georgia, grade 2, sitting at a table beside her dad at the Siloam Mission on Friday for lunch service, wearing her bright pink snow pants. On cue, as she gulped down her last noodle, I was being paged by name from across the dining hall. Her dad offered me his chair with a smile, leaned into Georgia and said motioning to me, "You're safe with her." With this he excused himself from the table. While he used this opportunity to visit with friends, Georgia and I took to the small pile of books in front of her. We took turns reading about the Berenstain Bears and their seashore adventures. While absorbed in the stories, the strangers around us, the occasional unpleasant scent, the sometimes inappropriate language, and the high pitched wail of the emergency exit being opened, all faded to the background. Every once in awhile she'd gently put her head on my arm and let it rest there. As we neared the final page of the last book, I didn't want it to end. Maybe Georgia didn't either. She suggested we read them all again, but this time just the pictures so we could play "I spy". When Mo came over to visit us we had him stumped. He couldn't spy the teeny tiny grey rock on the beach we had challenged him to find. We all laughed together at his expense. When it came time for Georgia and her dad to go he thanked me with a hand shake, shared baby pictures of her, and explained to me that he was a single dad, things weren't always easy, but as long as he had his daughter with him things were good. It was a scene out of "Happy". On a day off when I could have been content to sleep in, catch up on laundry, or rake the backyard, it felt good to be in service of a cause bigger than my own self-interests. Reading with Georgia is something worth remembering.
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