Years ago, brothers and sisters in an adjoining Country were hit by a massive hurricane. Some even losing their homes.
JWs from all over the US donated dry goods and clothing. The eighteen-wheeler carrying it all, backed up to our Kingdom Hall and the brothers unloaded the goods inside. They then called members with large families etc. to come and take what they wanted.
I was 9 years old at the time, and was amazed at all of the items and clothing stacked nearly to the ceiling! One of the elders was near by and feeling a little confused as the storm had passed over our city, I asked “What about the needy brothers and their children??” Clear as a bell, I can recall him answering “They will be okay. This is all extra.”
I did enjoy gathering a few things, guiltily wondering if this is how Christmas feels.
Reminiscing that experience as an adult, kind of makes me sick at my stomach. :/