When we were kids, we were asked what we wanted to be when we grew up. Most of us never became what we wanted to accomplish as kids. Did you want to be a doctor, policeman, fireman or an attorney? I didn’t. In the beginning I wanted to be a vetenarian.
My dad was a pipe fitter forman for about a decade when I was a child. When he would work on the building he was generally downtown where the homeless tend to hang around. Dad would hire a few of them everyday as long as they actually worked. I was impressed with how my dad was.
My mom made bed pillows, curtain, bedspreads and could do anything with a sewing machine. I learned so much just by watching her when I was growing up. The business she worked at used to get in shipments of damaged sleeping bags and fix them to be sent back to whatever department store they had originated from. The really damaged ones could not be sent back. Instead, she would buy them at a discount, fix them and save them for Christmas.
At the time, we lived in North Carolina in the middle of the Piedmont where It was cold 5 months out of the year. One Christmas Eve we, as a family, drove around and delivered sleeping bags and a $20.00 bill with a card to the homeless under these steps and behind this bush where they slept. My dad knew where they were staying because of hiring some of them. This is how I learned about the real Santa Claus.
Since doing that each year as a child, I have wanted to buy 2 abandoned buildings. One for a half way house to help the homeless get back on their feet, the other I want for an animal shelter and the homeless help take care of the animals. I still believe in my dream but it is taking longer than I originally planned.
Years later I met someone with a similar idea. She had a hard time trying to get all the red tape situated for her plan. I hope that someone might read this and be able to accomplish what I haven’t been able to do. If so, I would love to hear all about it.