A Little Piece of Peace: A Tribute to Scarymommy
The spirit moves in everyone differently. Some people choose to ignore its presence, while others take it and run free. I grew up in Detroit, moved to a suburb of Detroit (Southfield) when I was a tween and have seen the bottom of the pot in more of my days than I care to remember…I certainly have licked it clean time and time again.
I know how the “system” works. Welfare, WIC, food stamps, medicaid, Salvation Army, St. Vincent de Paul, churches, social organizations…I know it all. People in my family come to me when they need help for finding a resource. I don’t know quite how that makes me feel…that I’m the “go-to-it-person” for being poor. But now, I have embraced it. I know my place. Maybe I was never meant to be rich; but what I was meant to do was give people a little piece of peace.
Okay, so enough of the lows…let’s get to the highs.
When I lived in Michigan, there was sooo much help available, IF you knew where to find it. When I moved to Arizona, it was a whole different ball game. Oh, they have the usual organizations: Salvation Army, St. Vincent de Paul, churches, etc. But there was a difference. See, Arizona was not prepared for the population boom that hit it a couple years ago. The economy went down and people moved to where they might be able to make a difference in their lives. There has been such an overwhelming amount of help needed out here that charitable organizations are forced to do “lottery-style” assistance.
What do I mean by that? For instance, in Tempe, Arizona. If you need help with your rent, you call the TCAA (Tempe Community Action Agency) on Fridays at 8:00 am. Or, you call the Salvation Army on Mondays at 9:00 am, or something like that. Anyway, what you don’t know is that out of the thousands of calls that are flooding their phone lines at that precise call-in time, they only take about 10-20 calls and thus, only help about 10-20 people per week. Never have I seen such a thing! Get a busy signal, hang up, hit redial…over and over again. Only to finally get through 30 minutes later and be told you have to call back next week! Whoever can dial the fastest, or is smart enough to dial from two different phones is the “winner” of not being evicted. Sad, but true. (I know from experience.)
I had all but given up on the “system” and chucked it off to…the government/people just doesn’t care. That was, until I came across an angel in disguise as a woman. Scarymommy is what they call her, although to know of her, she is really not that scary. An angel, I say, because she had the wonderful idea and the courage to actually help people less fortunate than her.
She figured that about $25 would be enough to cover Thanksgiving dinner, posted it on her website and did an “all call” for donors and people in need. The result? Over $18,000 donations from all over the WORLD. As result of people getting the word out ( I was one of them) and people opening up their hearts; therefore, their wallets. Almost 400 families will be enjoying Thanksgiving dinner next week (I am also one of them).
So what does this all mean? That there is still good in the world. That we CAN actually help each other if we want to. That one person CAN make a difference. That we should all slow down, enjoy life and embrace the “scary” in each of us. So, sit back in your chair. Close your eyes and for a minute..be at peace…knowing that angels really do exist and you can find them at scarymommy.com
(Scary, if you’re reading this, count me in for Thanksgiving next year and the year after that and anything else you need help with.)
Christmas is coming up. How can YOU make a difference in someone else’s life?