When I moved in with my first husband, a church pantry fed us when we had absolutely nothing. They gave me feminine needs because I didn't have those either. They didn't make me feel shamed for asking for help and I promised the gentleman across from me that if I was ever in the position to pay it forward, I would.
Several years passed before I was able to keep my word, but when I got my first 'real pay check' after my divorce, I went to Kroger and I bought uncooked pasta, a couple of cases of canned vegetables and fruit, and two boxes each of tampons and pads. It wasn't much in light of how much they need, but they helped me when I had nothing.
Charities here tend to leave a little bag in the mail slot, asking for clothing or canned goods. You put what you can in the bag and put it outside your door and they're collected on the day stated on the bag.
*edit: (I give up on trying to edit my spelling and syntax. *facepalm*)
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Date: 2011-11-12 11:32 pm (UTC)Several years passed before I was able to keep my word, but when I got my first 'real pay check' after my divorce, I went to Kroger and I bought uncooked pasta, a couple of cases of canned vegetables and fruit, and two boxes each of tampons and pads. It wasn't much in light of how much they need, but they helped me when I had nothing.
Charities here tend to leave a little bag in the mail slot, asking for clothing or canned goods. You put what you can in the bag and put it outside your door and they're collected on the day stated on the bag.
*edit: (I give up on trying to edit my spelling and syntax. *facepalm*)