The Opossum of Optimism

The idea of struggling families not being able to provide Christmas for their children was weighing heavily on my mind. I remembered what it felt like.

I knew that it was not something that any one person could accomplish on her own, so I threw it out into the community via  a local 'Helping Hands' site, just to test the water 

It just seemed to me that there are two extremes here in my community: the people who are weeding out their kids' toys  in preparation for the influx of new toys and the people who would be pleased to be able to put those things under their tree for their own children. I wondered if anyone else would be interested in trying to make that happen.

My modest expectations were blown right out of the water when the post got 161 likes, and 80 people volunteering donations. I really could not believe it.

The first thing was to find a venue. It is such a busy time of the year. While churches were my first thought, my phone calls to them went unreturned. To be fair, some are providing community meals for those facing food insecurity and are just too busy. Others are busy preparing for Christmas celebrations. I imagine some just do not have the space to donate to an endeavor like this. But no one got back to me.

This weekend was a tough one. I felt terrible that I might have whipped up such enthusiasm for such a terrific project only to be unable to even get it off the ground. It didn't help that my cold had morphed into a sinus infection. The thought that came to mind was 'when it rains, it pours'. Except that instead of rain, we got yet another lake effect snowstorm which dumped 8 inches of snow on us again.

I just felt bad about disappointing people. 

I received a message today, from someone who saw the post. She and her organization were completely willing to provide the venue. Staff it. One day of donation drop offs, with doors opening for pickup on the following day. They told me their two available days. 'Would that work?' she asked.

'Yes,' I typed back.

It needs to be brought before the board at tomorrow's meeting for final approval from the director, a formality, she assured me, since everyone who has heard the idea is as excited as she is. Then we can begin to put the word out into the community.

When that conversation was done, I made one call and sent two messages giving an unofficial heads up.

Everything unfolded so quickly that I still can't quite believe it. I cried.