I am amazed at how many people like to say the words that they are willing to donate time or energy to a project but really do not seem to ever do anything. I started sending Christmas Cards to soldiers a few years ago, at times doing care packages whenever I had an address to be able to send one to.
Over the years I have asked a whole hell of a lot of people if they would be willing to donate time, money or objects to either cause. Fast forward a few years and there is not one person that is my go to when I need help.
I get it.
Life gets busy and a lot of people my age are in the busiest stages of their lives. Between schooling, dating and parenting which all has to land on top of working I realize that most people have full plates.
The joy that I get after sending these cards, or care packages, keeps me doing it. It gives me purpose. I have absolutely never gotten a thank you, nor have I ever cared or wanted one. My point is only that it is the purpose, the joy some would say, is the sense of giving. I want these men and women to know they are not alone. I know that my cards that I send are not a big deal to them. It is a piece of paper, at a time where they may or may not be getting undulated with nameless cards.
What it did however was give me direction.
The connections that I have made while joining this community of people have been able to point me in different directions for things that I can do year round. The pancake breakfasts for veterans. The local bar that veterans go to so they can be amongst other vets or supporters. Things that help them raise money over the year. I am always willing to find new things to help but I can not tell you what motivated me to be this way. I didn’t grow up being a huge military brat, no family that I was made aware of at that age to be part of the military whatsoever.
Something just clicked.
And I am glad it did.
It gives me an awesome purpose.