Mother Teresa once said "If you judge people, you have no time to love them.” Judgment is something we as humans inherently fear yet, we dare to impose it upon others. However, when people are at their utmost vulnerable there is no force greater that human compassion. I believe that like Mother Teresa we should all strive to judge less rather, we should help to alleviate the suffering of others.
I have spent many summers volunteering at a food pantry in inner city Fort Wayne. The food pantry is hidden deep in the ghetto; shootings are a daily occurrence and most of our clients are well below the federal poverty line. We have the most diverse client base in the inner city area. I see people of all religions, ethnicities, educational levels, nationalities, and socioeconomic backgrounds. Poverty is a disease and it is not picky about who it wounds.
During the summer, I arrive at the pantry at seven forty-five sharp. The pantry will not open until ten but, a line is already forming around the block. I walk towards the volunteer entrance vaguely aware of the lingering reek of booze, an odor that seems tantamount with impoverishment. As I walk up to the warehouse door a petite girl with the most …show more content…
A lanky brunet girl walks through the door, with her floral headband and tie dye romper, she is not the kind of girl who would look out of place wandering aimlessly around Whole Foods. Her name is Linda and she is a penniless college student working towards her MBA. We regularly discuss what books she is reading or the state of the economy. I assure Linda that I will read Dante’s Inferno and she leaves the pantry happily her brown plastic bag bouncing slightly at her side. While clients may not always remember my name, I strive to remember them. People who are accustomed to being trampled under the foot of society often forget what they are at the end of the day: humans worthy of
I have spent many summers volunteering at a food pantry in inner city Fort Wayne. The food pantry is hidden deep in the ghetto; shootings are a daily occurrence and most of our clients are well below the federal poverty line. We have the most diverse client base in the inner city area. I see people of all religions, ethnicities, educational levels, nationalities, and socioeconomic backgrounds. Poverty is a disease and it is not picky about who it wounds.
During the summer, I arrive at the pantry at seven forty-five sharp. The pantry will not open until ten but, a line is already forming around the block. I walk towards the volunteer entrance vaguely aware of the lingering reek of booze, an odor that seems tantamount with impoverishment. As I walk up to the warehouse door a petite girl with the most …show more content…
A lanky brunet girl walks through the door, with her floral headband and tie dye romper, she is not the kind of girl who would look out of place wandering aimlessly around Whole Foods. Her name is Linda and she is a penniless college student working towards her MBA. We regularly discuss what books she is reading or the state of the economy. I assure Linda that I will read Dante’s Inferno and she leaves the pantry happily her brown plastic bag bouncing slightly at her side. While clients may not always remember my name, I strive to remember them. People who are accustomed to being trampled under the foot of society often forget what they are at the end of the day: humans worthy of