Today was spent doing the same as I have done on previous days; I pushed two carts around the hospital trying to clear out more excess donations. However, there is still so much more to clear out. Tomorrow will be spent packing up excess donations to go to LHCP units in Afghanistan. This afternoon a mom, who is flying back with her son, needed a pair of comfortable shoes and I had to go to the storage room to find her size.
As many of you already know, LHCP dedicates donation shipments each month to a different fallen military member. Each box shipped has an 8×11 address label and above the address is our current honoree’s story. Because we buy new, sturdy boxes many of our LHCP boxes are utilized to store donation items.
Upon entering the storage area where the shoes are kept, I was overwhelmed by the magnitude of honoree labels staring me in the face. Looking at the shelves in front of me, I could see our LHCP boxes lying on their side with the bottom of the box toward the wall and the address labels facing the front. The amount of honoree stories on those boxes took me off guard and I found myself standing in the middle of a 6×18 room looking at all of their names. I felt like I could not breathe for a moment because I realized that so many states were represented on these labels, but more significant was the fact that they represented fathers, sisters, sons, and cousins, etc. My eyes jumped from box to box and my brain was taking a mental note; there is Amy, Ryan, Jason, Daniel, Riley, and Buddy. I felt honored and sad at the same time. Suddenly in the midst of all this, the silence was broken by a young man at the door asking for my help; my attention shifted to assist with his needs. The young man was in need of directions and once I gave him the information, it was back to the Chaplain’s Closet with shoes in hand; leaving the many LHCP boxes behind once again, along with the each of the honoree’s short, sweet stories of devotion and sacrifice. I felt the donations were in good company, watched over by those brave fallen men and women waiting for the next wounded warrior in need of items the boxes contained.
Today I worked 10 hours thanks to Callie Waddell. Without her support over the many years, LHCP would be short hundreds of pillows and other items. Callie has been a very big donor and supporter.
Thank you Callie