I have never volunteered at the Second Harvest Food
Bank. When I decided volunteering for a new organization each month would be a
part of my “I have never...” journey, volunteering at the food bank was high on
my list of potential locations to donate some of my time. Although that was the
case, other volunteer opportunities seemed to fall into place during the first
nine months of my year. As a result, I pushed back my intention to volunteer at
Second Harvest as the months passed, thinking I could volunteer at the location
when I encountered any sort of snag in locating a one-time volunteer
experience. Fortunately, I never found it challenging to find volunteer
opportunities up to this point, which ultimately made me decide to finally act
on my intent of volunteering at the food bank by offering my assistance this
month. In turn, I booked a volunteer shift at Second Harvest this afternoon and
headed to the location to follow through on my tenth volunteer experience of my
“I have never...” year.
The facility |
When I arrived at the food bank this afternoon, I
was greeted by a gathering group of people in the lobby of the building. A mix
of food bank employees and volunteers from the local Lions club, each them
promptly offered an introduction as I took my position among the crowd. With that,
one of the volunteer coordinators took the opportunity to provide some
background on the food bank for each of us volunteers. Explaining the food bank
served as the central location for food pantries within a 16 county radius, the
woman detailed how our work this evening would help in the food bank’s effort
to distribute nearly one million pounds of food each month. As the facts
settled in, I was struck by the enormity of the tasks Second Harvest take on
each day. Knowing I could help contribute to that effort in the slightest way
mad me glad I had finally acted on my intentions to volunteer at the food bank,
and it made me excited to start our volunteer shift for the evening.
WAREHOUSE. |
My sorting station |
After our introduction to the organization, one of
the food bank’s warehouse employees guided us to the back of the facility and
explained our shift would focus on packaging bulk chocolate treats for
distribution. The task was straightforward enough that our group began the
process of organizing, weighing, and packing the candies at our independent
stations shortly after arriving in the room. Within minutes, each of us was
finding a groove in the process and setting marks for our progress by the end
of the night. The interaction and common goal gave us all a lift as we worked through
our first bags of the chocolates and stared down the work before us. With
nearly a palette and a half of cased candies to work through, it was clear we
had a big task before us.
Over the next three hours our group worked steadily
as we chatted about the process and our independent reasons for donating our
time. As I listened to the stories of others, including a fellow volunteer who
was literally days away from giving birth, I couldn’t help but recognize the
caliber of the individuals surrounding me. Each of them had busy lives filled
with more than enough events and obligations to occupy their time, but they saw
the need to help the local food bank as important enough to set aside all of
those things for several hours this evening. Their collective perspective was
admirable and humbling, which made me want to give my all during the rest of my
shift at the food bank.
I don't mean to brag, but... I'm pretty much a sorting expert. |
As the late afternoon crept into the night, members
of our volunteer group slowly peeled away from the group to head home for the
evening. Eventually, that left only me and one other volunteer, an older
gentleman named Jeff, who quickly made a pact with me to work through to the
food bank’s closing hour. Together, we carried on in conversation as we worked
alongside some of the food bank employees, doing our best to whittle away at
the remaining half of a palette of chocolates waiting to be processed.
In time, our effort resulted in a full palette of
stacked boxes filled with goods ready for distribution, which gave both Jeff
and I a sense of accomplishment as we pressed forward in our efforts. Equally
committed to the idea of leaving as little work behind as possible by the time
the food bank closed, we refocused and heightened our pace as the clock crept
toward our finishing time. Although that effort didn’t result in Jeff and I
getting through all of the candies that required sorting and packing by the
time our shift drew to a close, we stood before a waist high pile of unworked
boxes that paled in comparison to the work we had found when we arrived.
Success! |
Looking over the remaining work along with me, Jeff
offered a simple comment about our effort. “Well, I’d say we made some pretty
good progress,” he said turning to me with a smile. I shook my head in
agreement and looked back at the stack of boxes we had packed over the hours we
were at the food bank. “Yeah, that’s a good night’s work if you ask me,” I said
as I gestured toward the boxes of food ready for distribution. In response,
Jeff smiled and stuck out his hand. I promptly grabbed it for a shake as Jeff
continued, “It was good working with you, Caleb. Thanks for sticking this one
out with me.” The kindness and sincerity in his words were impossible to ignore,
but the thanks he offered threw me a bit off guard. “No thanks necessary,
Jeff,” I said wondering where the comment was taking me, “This is what we came
here to do, and I wasn’t about to leave until they told us it was closing
time.”
Understanding my perspective, Jeff gave me a nod as
we headed toward the front of the building. There, one of the employees gave us
our final send off and thanked us for our time before guiding us to the door.
Slinging my coat over my torso, I walked out into the bitter cold of another
winter night. With the night silence of a city grown still around me, I
reflected on what I had learned this evening and on the time I had put in at
Second Harvest today. In the broad scope of the food bank’s enormous
undertakings my effort seemed incredibly small, but I knew the significance of
today’s experience rested in knowing that the work I did will help people in
need find a brief moment of joy in the candy treats I had helped prepare this
evening. Although those moments are incredibly fleeting, the knowledge my work
might help deliver that outcome makes every part of this experience worth it. There’s
something to be said for helping people, even when their names and faces are
unknown. In an odd way it makes me feel more complete and, in some ways, more
alive. Considering my goal is to figure out what it means to truly live, that’s
a conclusion that carries weight. I just might be starting to figure this whole
thing out.
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