I did charity work in a church this week, where we collect small change for people who have no money. People are a lot more generous than I gave them credit for. One guy alone gave forty bucks, some others gave 20’s, I recieved a lot of fives, elderly women dumped their entire change in my collection can.
It kinda warms your heart to see all that happen, but at the same time it’s extremely fucking depressing that a cause like the one I was at has to exist.
On the first day I was serving food to people in the church, they’re all poor, some are mentally ill, they don’t have nice clothes and there were a lot of kids. This sure as hell isn’t the first time I see poverty first hand, I mean we all see it every day. But Christmas serves as a reminder since it’s the time of year where people help and give the most. And do you think I’m mentioning my charity work just so I’ll look all awesome? Fuck no, because just like everyone else when the work is done I go home and no more shits are being given, and all those people are still gonna be poor.
It makes me feel bad, but wtf am I supposed to do. Christmas reminds me that if poverty is such an issue for me as I claim it to be, I’d do charity work all year round, at least.