Back to School Blues

I know I complain every year about the return to school.  I have to believe that this year has been the first I was scared.  I have never had so many parents have aggressive (get my meaning) conversations with me.  There have been complaints about not seeing the classrooms, not meeting the teachers on the first day, not enough masks, too much social distancing, not enough time for lunch and my favorite….why doesn’t the bus stop outside my house anymore.

There are less workers all around.  Finding replacement workers is even harder.

I would like to take the time to remind parents that just because your child stayed at home last year, does not give  you the right to treat any school staff like dirt.  I was in my office all of last year, I am here again and I plan on being there next year.   You want protection from the virus, yet turn around and want to invade the teaching space you want protected.  Make up your mind!!!

As for the busses???  Well, hold on to your insurances.  Many drivers left to go work where there was work.  Less drivers, less routes = more corner stops in communities instead of door to door service.  So your child is special needs, unless they have an individual education plan that specifies that you must have door-to-door, your child can walk the one to two blocks to the corner where the other students are waiting.

If you are unable to provide transportation to the school, then don’t pick a school outside of the zone that you live in.

What about virtual school?  Well, I can already tell that most students did not do well last year.  Their behavior is even worse this year.  There was a huge influx of special needs students to the virtual platform that is available this year.  Now those parents are bringing the students back physically because the virtual platform was not prepared to handle the specific needs of many of these students.   I understand the reason why the parents chose to go virtual to protect their children.   At some point between getting groceries, going to the doctor or even going to the mailbox, you have been exposed or will be exposed to the virus.

Bottom line…

Think of the sparrow and the lily of the fields, they do not hunger for anything.  God has our name written in the book of Life and Death before we are even born.  He is the one who knows our day of death.  Be kind to those around you.   Do not be anxious for anything, but with prayer and petition, take it before the Lord.

Hunger and Auto Immune

September is Hunger Awareness Month.  I don’t know about you, but this has become forefront in my life since becoming labeled with various auto immune issues.  Eating the right foods helps alleviate some of the symptoms encountered by the auto immune attackers.  Sometimes affording these foods or any food can be a hardship.  Especially when confronted with high medical and prescription costs.  Do I pay for the meds for my disease or buy the foods for my disease?

As some of you know, I volunteer for a charity that does just this.  It fights hunger one family at a time.  I have been with this charity for 8 years now.   What does this have to do with my auto-immune issues?  Well, if it wasn’t for assistance from this charity, I would not have been able to afford the specialty foods I needed in the past to keep up my health and stay out of flares.   Joseph Dreamhouse Community Development Corp. helped me to be able to feed my family while I focused on my health, also without having to sacrifice my medication during this time of duress.

But COVID has made the issue all more real for various reasons.  There are shortages of food, employees, and time.

Volunteering regularly, I have seen the demand go up and the food go down.  Due to the shut downs last year of many processing plants, lack of harvesters and even shipping issues, we are feeling the burden of increased pricing and lack of resources.  The forecast through to next year states that food prices will continue to rise along with shortages.

Just as no one knew I was food insecure because I had a job, a roof over my head and a car to drive, did not mean all was right in my world.  There was increased stress and continued worry over the “death sentences” my doctor had given me.  I was your neighbor who always greeted you with a smile.  Yet, inside I was battling a war with myself figuratively and literally.

I ask now that you take the time and really look at what is going on around you.  Your neighbor, the man across the street, your co-worker in the office may be food insecure.

If you can’t help with the cost of a meal, maybe you would be willing to donate the cost of a cup of coffee?  A cup at Starbucks is over $5.

https://gofund.me/6ff8d8cd

Not sure about giving money?  How about visiting the Ebay store below.  All purchases go to Joseph Dreamhouse CDC.  It has a variety of baby items and other items.  Maybe you know someone who is expecting or just had a baby?

Help Joseph Dreamhouse Community Development Corp to continue to make difference in families lives.  Every little bit counts.

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God has allowed me to continue on, to continue volunteering for this fantastic organization and helping families to continue on.