I wanted to get this down in type before the thought is lost.
This afternoon, I gave two hours of my time to help a local charity raise money by packing groceries in a supermarket. The charity provide support to families who have a child affected by a disability that, well, let's just say it's close to my heart. As I drove the twenty minute journey to the supermarket in question, I struggled with some feelings which I understand are part of something called dissociative disorder, sometimes experienced as part of post traumatic stress disorder. You see, at the moment, a different 'charity' has been tearing my family apart and this has caused me some distress. Fighting back tears, I parked up and went in. I felt that perhaps I was not up to this task today.
As a Jehovah's Witness, I have spent literally thousands of hours in what is sometimes described as a 'charitable work'. What I took part in this afternoon was notably different. People were appreciative of the work we were doing. In two hours, I raised somewhere between £50 and £100 and there were approximately 30 of us, each doing a 2 hour shift. As I packed bags, people asked me which charity we were raising funds for and a number of people donated in excess of £5. I wondered whether they would care that the person packing their shopping is considered 'mentally diseased' by some.
As I left the store, I felt a sense of satisfaction that my two hours were well spent. The majority of people I interacted with were kind and generous. Although my faith in human nature has taken a beating of late, this afternoon it has been restored somewhat.