Grateful for the opportunity to have worked in a small way with some of the best Chefs and the greatest fish lovers in Toronto.
Have happily moved on and accepted a job assisting an Urban Forester. I held the ropes for the first time the other day. It’s a lot of responsibility, but it’s also within my scope. I’m happy with this change. So many completely different experiences. Who knows what it will all add up to.
In five years, I’d like to be well on my way to becoming a great Therapist. Walking, Writing, Listening, Hypno, Horticultural, Touch, I don’t know what kind.
We shall see.
Still offering to be a connection to anyone looking for a little Food Bank experience or info.
Why? This time a year and a half ago I was at the lowest point of my life. I was new to a big city, having left my job and friends to help raise my kids closer to their Dad, with no confidence in myself, no prospects and at the end of a sudden worrying and increasingly seemingly impossible-to-cease dangerous secret spike in my alcohol intake whenever my kids weren’t staying with me.
I felt beyond alone, empty and hopeless, with not enough after rent for food, doing the best I could at the time to raise three nice kids without scarring them for life.
I was mortified this was where I had ended up, and it did feel like the end. There was no information I could see, which even began to describe where I could begin to change things.
But everyone needs to eat, right?
There was nowhere to go but sideways.
Beginning with how the food bank ropes worked and what it was like once you got in the door. I don’t know about you, but I like to know before I embark on any new adventure how it’s gonna go down. Selfishly, I got seeing it as material to absorb and transmit, an opportunity to help someone else, thereby fueling my brokeness out of the dark, lonely sadhole.
So much has happened. For me, A.A. made my obsession to drink disappear. That was my main obstacle to positive change.
I began volunteering regularly with Foodshare and A.A., and started to contribute and grow and establish relationships with people who were also making good, difficult changes, doing whatever it took to be of service. Someone I met through the program and had the privilege of getting to know well, volunteering at Foodshare and riding our bikes around town looking for good Pho, lost his life recently to Alcoholism. He was a dear friend, and the sadness, last year, might have killed me. Now it galvanizes me and my friends to always be there to help anyone who asks for it.