I wonder how many people, who are not in the school system, know about #nsbw18, National School Breakfast Week 2018, March 5-9, 2018; my guess would be not many.
Have you ever been hungry? Not just for a snack or a steak dinner but, truly hungry from only eating maybe one small meal a day.
With the No Kid Hungry campaign I began to think back to my days as a food service worker in the local high school. It didn’t occur to me then, hind sight is 20/20, how many kids were truly hungry. There were 3 serving windows; one for delivery pizza, one for subs, big salads and the “good stuff” then one for standard school lunches. I always worked the pizza window; kids paid $2.00 a slice and could purchase cookies, chips and a drink a la carte. One day I worked the “standard” school lunch line. What an awakening!
This was the only line children on the free and reduced lunch program could go to. The food was typical school lunch – it sucked. Not like the pizza or sub (luxury) lines. But, it was probably the only real food they would eat in a day. Looking back, I am disturbed. I know hunger has been an issue in this country for a long while, however, it wasn’t until I matured and started this blog that I have become sad. Sad because of the gluttony we see on instagram and on line to take us a way from the harsh reality that there are children who won’t be eating a meal let alone a delicious overflowing milkshake topped with donuts. That would be a dream.
A dream to eat. A dream to be able to have a meal, let alone any delicious concoction on social media. I cannot imagine how that must be. I cannot imagine being a kid and not having a hot delicious breakfast, lunch and dinner. Nevermind dessert. How truly privileged I am. How disappointed I am in myself for the food I waste.
This awakening has caused me to start doing research on this “hunger” issue. Unfortunately, I do not have the financial resources to start a chapter in my area. But, I do have the ability to donate and get involved through different avenues. We all should give back; there is some way, somehow we can help make a difference. This I have also learned from my 18 year old daughter who volunteers regularly at “soup kitchens”. My intentions are to get more involved to help feed the dreamers someway, somehow.
This is my mission.