I made mention on my post entitled "Greetings" that an opportunity to get involved in some volunteer work had appeared on the horizon. Volunteer work has always been important to me for reasons I'll get into some other time. Among them have been fundraisers for churches, a VFW fundraiser back home in Pennsville, New Jersey, community events in New Orleans, Richmond, and Memphis, and the occasional last minute, "Hey Mike, if you're not doing anything...." gig.
Honestly, I don't mind the latter. I've found some of those to be the most rewarding.
For the record, my brother's needs come before all others. I can not commit to this next project until my services are no longer needed by him and his family.
Oh, yeah.........the next project? What has me this stoked? You can find it right here.
Why is this such a good fit for me? Well, for starters it is the brainchild of my best friend, Dr. Patrick Lloyd. Our friendship goes back to grade school. He is for all intents and purposes the sixth Walker boy. We have spent many years cooking in competitions, cooking for fundraisers, cooking for our families, and heck, just cooking for the sake of creativity. The soup kitchen also fills a need back home. Things are tough all over, but I've never seen things this bad back home.
Are we going to solve all the ills feeding people two days a week? No. Can we supplement the social services while giving our parishioners a chance to get involved in community service? Absolutely. One thing about hard times, there is someone out there tonight that has it much worse off than you or I do. I've found personally by engaging in community service I become much more grateful for what I have and where I am in life.
At this point in time I'm not ready to leave Memphis and return home full time. There are many things that keep me here. I love where I live, I love my friends, and I've lived here longer than anywhere else in my life. Memphis is home. However Pennsville is "family". These are people I've known just about all my life. I have ties to the community and ties to the church. My late parents and brother's funeral Masses were held there. My best friend and his wife were married there. I wasn't the best Catholic growing up but I'm trying to do better.
Pat and I always used to kid around that when we retired we'd open our own restaurant.
We had no clue that God was going to take us up on the offer.
Air Traffic Mike
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