Bill Rea - Food Box Challenge Participant
Well, I got through the week, not much the worse for wear
and with a greater appreciation of what some people have to go through.
I think to many of us, the view of hunger we get
originates from films shot elsewhere in the world, with the likes of Sally Struthers
doing the commentary. They make valid points, to be sure, but overlook the fact
the problem is also close to home, if not at home.
As I predicted yesterday, I have food left over. Several
cans have not yet been opened, and Beth delivered them this morning to the food
bank. The big reason there was
food left over is because I think the ration was slated to last me seven days,
but it only had to go four and a half.
With the exception of the headache I had Tuesday, I think
there were no ill-effects from the experience, and I probably could have
avoided that problem had I put a bit more thought into my planning. If the
crummy set of bathroom scales we have can be believed, I lost two pounds on the
process.
There were two feelings running through me through most
of the days.
One was temptation. I am used to trotting a couple of
hundred feet down the street to the variety store for some junk food when I’m
feeling peckish, and that happens a couple of times a day. Also at lunch, there
are at least four establishments within walking distance of my office where I
can go to take out something. I had to resist all of them. That’s one of the
reasons why I had such a surplus in my pocket money at the end of the week.
With the exception of the daily newspapers I buy every day, there wasn’t a lot
to spend it on.
And that ties into the other feeling I had; namely guilt.
No matter what kind of exercise I was involved in, I knew
going in and throughout the week that I was doing it of my own free will. I had
money in my wallet and could have gone out and bought just about anything I
wanted to eat. It was just a stubborn resolve that kept me from doing it.
Such is not the case for people who have to use food
banks for real. They don’t go out and spend the money because they simply
because they haven’t got it.
I am not a wealthy man, but I am not poor either. I never
have been. Like many households, my wife and I have the financial resources to
meet our needs and answer some of our wants (if we were able to answer all of
our wants, we’d probably just come up with a list of more elaborate wants).
Thus I don’t really know what it’s like to be poor, or to be in a position that
I can’t afford to feed myself without help.
I think I have developed a greater appreciation of what
it must be like, and that’s been enhanced by conversations I’ve had with
various people about what’s been going on during the week. The subject came up
a lot when I was on assignment (probably helped by the fact I wore the red
t-shirt every day).
But it’s still just an appreciation. I still don’t know
what it’s really like. I think there’s only one way to find out, and I’m not
anxious to go there.
If the object of the exercise was to spread awareness,
then it was obviously a success.
Okay, more people know there’s a problem. What next?