A good friend of mine is SO charitable, between herself, her sisters, and even her children they’re always volunteering and helping others. I admire their willingness to put others first.
I didn’t grow up doing charity the same way my friend and her family has and so it isn’t necessarily something I always think of doing. With Covid-19 being on everyones minds my friend and her sister recognized that food banks were running low, and so they took it upon themselves to collect donations for their local food bank. I was so inspired by her spirit that I started thinking to myself what good can I do?
I thought to myself: What skills do I have? What can I offer to others? How can I better peoples lives? What would people pay me for to raise funds?
The common denominator seemed to be sewing & masks. I can sew and people need masks. I started playing around with different mask patterns, I ordered the metal nose strips and started scrounging my sewing room for elastic and suitable fabrics- & then I got to work.
After working everyday up to 12 hours I went home and sewed until the wee hours of the night. Cutting, pinning, sewing. It was exhausting. my eyes were constantly red from the medically bright lighting at work and the brightness continued when I’d be working in my sewing room. For a couple of months I was a zombie.
I wasn’t sure how long it would take to make a mask as I had never made one before and I wasn’t sure how much fabric I would need or the cost of the fabric. In the beginning, I was really just winging it. When I first started I was only charging around 5$ a mask but I soon realized the fabric and the time put into their construction was worth more. Soon after I was charging around 12$ a mask and after making over 100+ masks and covering the costs of some of the purchased materials I had raised what I felt was a good chunk of change.
I called my local food bank and asked them what they were short on, what supplies were they missing. Food banks carry more than just food, they carry hygiene products, diapers, toilet paper, facial tissue etc.
After hunting for good prices and wanting to make sure I really stretched the money I had raised I purchased as much as I could. I packed up boxes and boxes of goods and drove it to my local food bank. Unloading those goods was one of the most rewarding and humbling experiences of my life. I had seen something through, a project for good and now someone could reap the fruits of my labour, literally.
Sometimes we have an idea in our head of how something is going to go but the trouble is until we start we’ll never know. Before I undertook this project it seemed so challenging, but then things just sort of started working out. It’s funny because it was so easy to make a difference, the scariest part was my own mind.
I wanted to share this story because I want others to see how easy it is to make a difference. It doesn’t have to be BIG it can just be something small, but that small act could make a huge difference in someone’s life.
Here’s to charity and helping our neighbours!