Volunteer Stories

It means a lot. You feel like you’re really helping someone. You get to know them, you really become friends. I would urge anyone who has a little block of time to deliver meals to the folks who need them.

Aw, they’re precious to us and to her. They make her feel important. Each one of them comes, and they treat her with a lot of care.

It’s a little effort for a really big reward, knowing that people get fed in the community and that you’re helping out.

I thought I was signing up to deliver food. Two years in, I realized the ten minutes I spend at each door matter as much as the meal.

My route is eleven stops. I know which door to knock twice on, who wants the porch light checked, who will be waiting to talk. It is the best hour of my week.

We started after Ken retired, thinking it would fill a morning. It turned into the reason we get up on Tuesdays.

Our office packs meals once a month. People sign up faster for this than anything else we do together.

I deliver on my lunch break. It takes fifty minutes and it is the part of my day I actually remember.

I answer the phone two mornings a week. Some callers need a meal. Some just need someone to walk them through the form without rushing.

My mother was on a route in another city. Somebody knocked on her door every day for four years. I am just returning the favor where I live.

We pack in the early morning before the drivers arrive. You can hear the whole thing come together. Trays, labels, coolers, doors.

I cover routes when the regular driver cannot make it. Clients notice a new face right away, so I learned to say who I am before I say anything else.