As we sat in traffic on our way to church yesterday, I reminded JD Saks Fifth Avenue was having a shoe sale. You know, just in case he wanted to surprise me with anything in the foreseeable future. We spoke about shopping, finding a last-minute recipe for creamed corn, and Black Friday. Our moods were light and--dare I say it--almost trivial as we made our way to church.
Located in the outskirts of East Los Angeles, our church aims to help the community in every capacity. During this holiday season, it seems like the economic downturn has affected the working class community the hardest, so our church hosted a free Thanksgiving dinner, and also gave away clothes and boxes of food for those in need. JD and I volunteered to photograph the event and while I thought I knew what was in store, I had no idea. At all. When we arrived, literally thousands of people waited in line for a hot meal and church donations.
With my camera pressed against my face, I cried.
I cried for the thousands of people in need this holiday season. I cried for the children excitedly squeezing their new toys. And, moreso, I cried for my selfish inability to be thankful for the things that matter. Not shoe sales at Saks.
Last night I was reminded of how blessed I am. I am thankful that I have EVERYTHING that matters in life: To be loved by those you love. And I could not ask for more.