I said, "Look around. Do you realize how many children are growing up in families who don't even own a CAR?"
Silence as everyone digested this. It was obvious that they didn't.
I'm a pretty lucky woman, but life used to be quite a struggle. As much as people want to claim that poverty is solely the fault of poor decision making, I can tell you that this is not always the case, from personal experience.
I carried the two shoeboxes into church today, remembering the time when my own Dylan was young, back in the days when life was a struggle. I remember him saying that his shoes hurt his feet. That payday, I took him to get new shoes and I was shocked to discover that his feet had grown two sizes since I'd bought his last shoes for him. The shoes had obviously been pinching his feet for some time.
I remember the shame I felt that day, just a sick shame that I could not afford shoes for my children.
Today, I set my shoe boxes in the collection box, thinking of two little boys who will receive of those shoes. I hope they are as tickled with them as William was with his new sneakers.