Second Harvest Food Bank Short Story

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Yesterday, March 3rd, 2018, I went to Second Harvest Food Bank for community service. My mom, my dad, my brother Linh, and my sisters An and Bao and I went along with some other families packaged many bags of brussel sprouts. We found out that I wasn't supposed to wear flip flops. I went to Mom’s car to get socks and then put on the pair of shoes that the Staff gave me. Then, I washed my hands. Dad told us that we were going to help give food to homeless people. I felt sorry for homeless so I came to help. We, who live in Silicon Valley, and we are blessed with many opportunities and after school activities. And we all should know that everytime we come out of a restaurant, there will be a homeless person there. He or she is just as unlucky as we are lucky, so we shouldn’t take a single day for granted as long as you are in a nice, warm house with your belly full. …show more content…
I expected to be standing behind a table, pouring water in cup o’ noodles or handing out sweaters and jackets, but instead, we were packing thousands of pounds of brussel sprouts. Our team created an assembly line. Linh, Dad, and some others packaged sixteen brussel sprouts per bag, and they gave it to me, and I tied the bag. We did this, over and over, case by case. Every case we were done with, we filled it with bags of brussel sprouts. Then, we brought it to a platform to move the boxes. As we packaged, we exchanged stories. We threw away all the slimy ones too. We want good quality brussel sprouts for the poor, and slimy ones would make them sick. After hours, we tied up the last bag and cheered. Then, we went to the Pool room, for a rest. I got a nice cup of coffee and watched a little video about a college student who couldn’t afford to get lunches anymore because his mom became sick and couldn’t