Today, along with all other Remington Hospitality employees, I went to work at the Salvation Army toy warehouse. My task was to pass the bag of goodies to the rightful parent or guardian. I wish I could say it was moving and heartfelt, a time that made me feel like a better person, but it wasn't. I wish I could say that I can't wait to go back and help next year, but I'd rather not. I was
incredibly conflicted with what I experienced today. There were a handful of very appreciative families, who's tearful eyes and humble clothing made me thankful that I could help in such a small way. But then there were others, (a large majority of the group) who's clothing were nicer than mine and attitudes were far from grateful.
There were a few ladies that especially caught my attention. They were dressed to the 9's and their nails were out of this world. I came back to the office and did a little research. A set of
psychedelic nails cost around $75. Huh, I wonder how many baby toys you could buy with $75? Due to my recent situation, I've come to CLEARLY realize the buying power of a dollar, and I definitely know that $75 would make an amazing Christmas for a child.
I know, I know, I'm jaded and it's Christmas and it's suppose to be all about the children,
bla bla bla. It's not their fault their parents can't
prioritize. BUT, what would happen if those parents were denied gifts to give their children at Christmas? Do you think they would maybe try to do something, maybe give up their fabulous nails for a month? And those children that are old enough to know better, what type of message are we sending them?
I know this isn't the message the Salvation Army is trying to send, but it was loud and clear today. I guess with the headlines constantly reading, "Bail-outs!",
everyone's trying to get a piece of the pie.
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