Two Saturdays ago, the sophomores and juniors of a2f Blue along with the staff drove out to the San Francisco Food Bank for an afternoon of volunteer work. We arrived at a humongous warehouse structure filled with towering rows of donated foods. One sophomore likened the inside to Costco, except that all the food we saw was donated and slated for consumption by the city’s underprivileged. We were put to work packaging food rations for the elderly in the city. The Food Bank staff arranged us in assembly-line manner so that everyone had a specific job, and the completion of a single food box depended on the efficiency of every member, starting with the very first job on the line. A2f Blue hit a groove of speedy and joyful activity as we assembled boxes, wrestled with huge rolls of saran wrap, heaved boxes of cans onto the assembly belt, and stuffed in as much food as possible into each box. We did this for 3 hours which passed by in a blur. By the time we were done, SF Food Bank staff congratulated us on helping pack 27,000 pounds of food which would go immediately to those who could not afford the daily, basic necessity of food.
As we were given the tour of the facilities afterwards, I was reminded of the time we partook in the 30-Hour Famine, where we raised money through a massive garage sale while fasting for a little more than a day. After the garage sale, we walked through an exhibit on world hunger and poverty that coincided with our “famine,” which left an indelible impression on me. Hearing the staff at SF Food Bank tell us of how about 1 in 5 children in the city of San Francisco don’t have enough to eat, and how many families live below the poverty line in what is ostensibly one of the richest cities in America made me realize that the very problems we tried to address during the 30-hour famine existed in our very own backyard. I grumble about being “tired” or “busy” while enjoying 3 healthy meals a day and not having to worry about where my next meal will come from, or how I will pay for car insurance and rent. But I realize that being thankful and stewarding well the resources we are blessed with go hand-in-hand, and I learned through this Serve Day of how much more I need to be thankful for every single aspect of my life. If I am truly thankful, then I will have room for the generosity needed to serve the poor. As we drove home from the SF Food Bank, the looks on the students’ faces told me that they were tired but fulfilled from doing an afternoon’s worth of worthy work. I think we were all grateful for the opportunity to serve our community. At the same time, this experience gave us at a2f Blue a glimpse of why we need to be good stewards of all we have, thankful for the basic necessities of life, and work hard to serve others less fortunate than us.