Essay On Soup Kitchen

This past summer, I acquired an internship at Baldwin and Lyons, an insurance company in Indianapolis. Every Wednesday during my internship, a couple of employees and I would participate in a prodigious community service project, Meals on Wheels. Throughout the three months that I worked at Baldwin and Lyons, I got acquainted with some of the individuals whom we delivered to. These inspiring individuals were so grateful and appreciative that we took time out of our day to volunteer to do such a service. One elderly woman who we delivered to would sing to us as she came to the front door “good meals, good meals, good meals.” She is one woman that I will never forget. First going into this, I was elated knowing I was I getting out of the

I was usually too busy at school practicing in sports and completing my club duties until late in the weekday evenings and weekends to join them in their volunteering. I ended having some free time one weekend so I tagged along with my brothers when they went to the shelter. As I walked in and looked around at the familiar surroundings, I saw families huddled here and there chatting quietly, people sleeping on mats with only thin blankets and backpacks for pillows, some were lining up and waiting for diner to be served, children playing or being comforted by their mothers. As I took everything in, I knew and understood what these people and families were going through and how it felt because during the summer before my freshman year, my family and I were in the same boat. We had no home anymore

Every Wednesday and Friday, I served with the Last Call 4 Grace ministry. I helped provide meals for people who barely have a roof over their heads. First, the other volunteers and I formed an assembly line. Then, we packed food in to go boxes. On Wednesday of the first week, we packed pizza and brownies. On Friday, we packed hot dogs, potato chips, and cookies. During the following week, we packed burritos for the first day and rice with broccoli for the second. In addition to the main meal, we also provided bread, Halloween candy, and other sweets.

Catonsville emergency food ministries (CEFM), which provides food, and household supplies to the homeless and needy population, is where I did three hours of my service hours. All though this was not my first choice, as I thought I could not learn anything from it, and it would be boring and not engaging. I was wrong; I didn’t know the work and knowledge that went into planning, for the day to day operation of a food bank. The building itself was small, and lack adequate space for storage, and working. The week prior they lost all of their meat supplies due to a freezer malfunction, which left a slight death smell in the building. The volunteers were very nice and helpful in showing me around, and answering question. I was actually surprised that one of the volunteers was 16, and was doing it just to get out of the house.

In the face of a weak economy, America’s cultural communities are proving to be resilient. Enduring through these difficult times takes courage and commitment; our diverse communities are an excellent reflection of people creating change in the world. As economic conditions continue to worsen, our communities have taken the opportunity to improve their conditions together. Right here in Sacramento we are privileged to have the strength and support of the SFBSF (Sacramento Food Bank & Family Services). Sacramento Food Bank & Family Services has been actively helping the needy in Sacramento communities since 1976, when it was founded by Father Madigan. This report will focus on the details, history, and potential of the Sacramento Food Bank

This is Linus’ cadence: Linus is making some money, hawking cigarettes up and down the line of folks waiting for a table. We are in one of the longest lines in town—two blocks long, longer than the line for sushi at the No-nayami on Church Street, longer than the kosher line for the Marrakesh on O’Farrell. St. Anthony’s doesn’t take reservations. Instead, you take a number from the man with the blond beard around the corner. He gives the little red ticket to you in silence: no questions, no words—all you do is reach out your hand.

I volunteered at the Hubbard House, which is a home away from home for people who have family in the hospital or are being treated by the hospital and don’t want to live there, as the hospital is a 5 minute bus ride away. Our job was to serve the residents who were currently housed there, a hot homemade spaghetti and meatballs meal with garlic bread and assorted desserts. We served them as if it were a restaurant and brought smiles to their faces.

It was my first time ever volunteering for something. I believe I was more nervous because I didn’t know exactly what I was going to be doing and I didn’t want anything going wrong my first time. When I showed up to the mobile pantry it was completely different. Everyone volunteering was very friendly and helpful. They all work together as a community which is admirable. I was a stocker at the event. A stocker is one who is in charge of stacking tables with produce and disposes of empty boxes or makes them available to participants. I definitely enjoyed this because it opened my eyes of how many families out there are in need. Sometimes we take for granted what we have while other people wished they had what we do. I believe the Denton Hunger Coalition is a great organization that has many goals they want to accomplish and will continue to grow. One of the weaknesses the organization has is getting more people to come out to the food pantry. Since they are just starting some of the agencies out there maybe forget to promote them which is why many people don’t know about the pantry. Although, one of their strengths is that Denton community comes together as one in order to help others. I believe my volunteer time was of value to the agency because they were able to work faster with an extra pair of hands. I enjoyed volunteering and helping others

I felt that I needed to give back to them. Thanks to the Southwest Rotary Club, I was able to participate in Rotary International’s Student Exchange Program. So upon hearing about this assignment, I contacted my former exchange advisor and she informed me about this program. The “Feed the Homeless” program is held once a month at Christ Episcopal Church. There are two main jobs there and since I was there for three different months, I got to do both. The first job is preparing meals in the kitchen. The kitchen worked like an assembly line, each person manned one food item and the sandwiches were assembled as it went across the kitchen before arriving at a window where they would be picked up by the homeless. There was always one person directing how many sandwiches needed to be made and assigning people to different roles. It was necessary to have a boss in the kitchen since we had to move fast to keep up with the line of people, and if there was no clear authority, people would be tripping over each other and progress would be slowed. This was illustrated the second time I volunteered, I arrived a little too early and there were only teens from the church youth group present. We decided to start preparing the food early to save us more work later. This did not work well since half the people stood around confused (including myself), and the other half just

Me and my good friends Josh and Daniel volunteered at Salvation Army. Salvation Army is a place that people who don't have houses and can’t afford food or other essentials. They provide homes for homeless people and food for people who have a home but cannot afford food because of house taxes. They also have apartments connected to the food building. We did lots of different things at Salvation Army like we prepared and served meals, washed dishes, mopped the dining room and also cleaned up food. And all the other things we did are on the paper. We actually did everything on the list! The experience there was amazing knowing that I am making a difference in people's lives by serving food and helping clean up around the place, and we also got an opportunity to talk the some of the people around the

The last week of our time here we all had the opportunity to go down to the soup kitchen for a few hours to help serve the guests. When we arrived, Randy, the co-director of Scott who is the founder, gave us a brief tour of the building and explained to us how the soup kitchen was founded. Randy also shared with us the multiple food donors, such as St.Ritas, the West Ohio Food Bank, and individuals from the community and surrounding areas. Some of the people who come to the Soup Kitchen see it as a sanctuary for spiritual care. After he explained the basic concepts of the organization to us, we divided and each had different tasks. Ali and I served drinks while Angel, Grace, and Gage prepared the food. Jesus served homemade ice cream to the

was I helped people find the food that they needed. There were a lot of people that were asking if they could get more of one item and it made me feel bad when I had to tell them no. Some of the people were caught trying to take more than they were supposed to take and it felt sad that these people had to take extras in order to be able to survive.

Growing up, my uncle Frank would volunteer at the local soup kitchen every Saturday. At an early age, he started taking me and my cousins along with him to help feed the homeless. One of my earliest memories is actually serving soup to the needy out of that kitchen. I remember seeing how appreciative the majority of them were when we served them food. Being able to count of three meals a day was something I had always taken for granted. The people we helped did not have that luxury. This taught me at an early age

Volunteering to feed the homeless is truly an eye opening experience to what reality is. There is an estimated one hundred million homeless people in the world who are starving and are trying to find a way to survive. On a day-to-day basis, we see homeless people everywhere such as on the streets, by the freeway asking for money so they can feed themselves, or maybe even feed their own family. One day, my mom and I decided we had to take action after witnessing so many homeless people on the streets.When people are in such a difficult situation, their only option is to beg for money because they have no roof over their head, and no food to eat. Many of these people are suffering from their own decisions, unemployment, or for other personal reasons. There are many homeless people who are sick and suffering from severe mental illnesses. It breaks my heart seeing homeless people in the streets, so I knew I had to take action and help out someway. The experience of volunteering to feed the homeless was most certainly a life changing experience. It made me realize how grateful I am for my life, how important it is to help those in great need, and to never take a meal for granted or roof for granted. This event was one that happened in the spur of the moment but has also changed me as a a person by becoming more involved and helping out more in my community , learning to never taking anything for granted, and by not assuming all homeless people are bad people as such.

Every year approximately 2.3 to 3.5 million people go homeless in the United States of America. Twelve million adults in the US were homeless in the year 2001, or are still currently without a permanent home (“Homelessness in the U.S.”). How does this happen in “the land of opportunity?” We think of ourselves as one of the greatest nations in the world, yet citizens are living a life of poverty, often without food, clothing, and shelter. When most people think of fighting homelessness, they think of providing medical assistance, showers, and counseling services for those who suffer mental illness, trauma, and substance abuse. Although these necessities are imperative in helping a significant