When I was four years old, my grandfather, Kent Bouldin, passed away. I didn’t know him that well and I don’t have very many memories of him, but he’s pretty popular now. While he was alive he did a little thing called “Basket Brigade” where he filled up baskets with food and brought them to people’s homes.
I believe in private, voluntary, direct charity, which is what Shire Sharing is. I have been involved with the organization since its inception in 2011, helping annually with assembly and deliveries. Seeing it prosper validates my belief in voluntary human action.
Now, more than ever, I believe that direct action is the way to make a real difference in the world and in our neighborhood.
I’m not really one to engage in holidays or other arbitrary social constructs, but the idea of intentionally crafting a whole day centered around friends, family, food, and gratitude is something I can certainly get down with... heck, it’s something I wish more folks did more often than once a year.
Shire Sharing is a way to love others tangibly. That's important—giving food and sharing holiday cheer with those who might otherwise go without on Thanksgiving can have a tremendous impact on their health and well-being.
The 2016 election season has done a fine job of highlighting our differences, and it's possible that our country has been wounded in some irreversible ways. Shire Sharing seems to patch up that wound — if only for a weekend.