Up until this point in my life, I have witnessed and experienced many “never have I ever” moments, but after this month some of those have turned into, “have I ever” moments.
Before last month, never had I ever been to Africa.
Before Zambia, never had I ever eaten a bug, until I consumed a dried caterpillar.
Before this month, never had I ever stroked a lion cub, or walked with a Cheetah.
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PopUp – the ministry we are working with this month coordinates a soup kitchen every weekday.
Men and women arrive on foot to receive a bowl of soup and a loaf or two of bread. Our team has helped serve the soup and hand out the bread every now and then as we are needed.
This past week they were in need of a few extra pairs of hands to hand out the food. I and another teammate volunteered to help. As I walked out to the area where the soup kitchen is run I was thinking very objectively about the soup kitchen, it was one more task on my list of things to do that day.
The men and women who come are required to bring something to put the soup in, some have old Mcdonalds cups, others have 2 litre bottles of soda cut in half, others have Styrofoam bowls of sorts. Others may forget to bring a dish, and will get their loaf of bread and then pull the bread out of the bag and use the bag as a bowl.
On this particular day as I began to help sort the loaves we were passing out I watched the people coming through the line and was reminded of the situation(s) they are in.
Never have I ever needed a meal because I have no other means of feeding myself. Never have I ever stood in a line with over 100 other people waiting to find out if I will be able to get a loaf of bread and soup.
Never have I ever.
