I'm not one to go around quoting bible verses, but this one really fit what I was doing today:
"Little children, we must stop expressing love merely by our words and manner of speech; we must love also in action and in truth." John 3:18
What does this have to do with Daddy Cakes? Not much and yet everything. My son's second grade teacher sent out an email to see if any parent would volunteer to pick up the bags of plastic bottles that she had collected and take them for recycling and the proceeds could help fund a 5 gallon bottle service in the classroom (there's no drinking fountain near their classroom)- right away I jumped on this, imagining that it's 2 or 3 large trash bags full of bottles that will surely require the enormous capacity of my Yukon XL or maybe even something larger.....As the chosen Dad to complete this incredible important task, I proudly showed up at the classroom ready to wrestle these bags into my truck....as it turns out, the Prius would have been overkill.
There was only 3 small partially filled plastic shopping bags of bottles. I took them to the recycling collection center which is not in the best part of town - you know the areas where people are walking around appearing to be talking loudly bluetooth, but they don't have bluetooth....Yep, and the guy in line in front of me I'm sure just finished one of the 40 ouncers that he was recycling at 9 in the morning.
I deposited the chosen treasures into the bin, received the weights, and proceeded to collect the proceeds from a man behind a metal window cut through the side of a freight container....the payout $3.18 Yep, and now as I stand there I get to hear one of the bluetooth guys freaken about something and I'm thinking....the stitches, bandaid, and infection that I'm probably going to get being here are probably going to cost a lot more than $3.18 that I just collected for my son's classroom.
As a child, we picked up lots of bottles and cans along side the roads and parks in Colorado, that is how our Mother often paid for our school clothes (we also dug worms for the local market to sell to Fishermen). As a kid, I loved it because it was really cool seeing how many cans we could pick up, knowing that we cleaned up part of the world, and that we would make SO MUCH money (we were easily impressed). One 4th of July, I spent the entire day helping an elderly man collect cans and bottles at the fairgrounds. I would climb in the dumpsters and fish out the cans because he couldn't reach them....I didn't make any money that day but maybe that guy had a roof over his head for a few days.
So, as we roll into Thanksgiving later this week I'm going to see what I can do to I can do to "love in action & truth" and teach my kids as well.....maybe this event of visiting the recycling center was not at all about the destination, but rather the experience along the way and remembering that I have so much to be thankful for this holiday season.