I just received my community’s “Outstanding Citizen of the Year” award. Just joshing, but I would have won it if it existed (which will probably be my next project). I have spent the better part of the last few months designing a program to better the lives of homeless men and women in my area.
Like many of you, I see homeless people everywhere. Unlike many of you, I chose to do something about it. Initially, I tried to put into legislation a bill that would have them bussed to a less fortunate city. But let’s face it, that is not a solution, it’s a paint job. My ride to work might be more pleasant, but the problem would still be there underneath. What to do? What to do?
I sought advice from anyone I could think of: friends, the fire department, Lars, and God. The only advice I received involved designing a program in which the homeless are provided with food. Not bad, but it’s been done. I wanted to be unique and clever in my helping of my fellow man. Then it occurred to me. Bing! What’s the biggest problem, literally, in America? Obesity. What’s even worse? Homeless obesity. The people who don’t get a chance to be on The Biggest Loser. I immediately went to work on starting a homeless fitness initiative at my local rec center. Thankfully, I was declined at first. (I say thankfully because J. Bev heartsa challenge). It turns out that it is impossible to set up such a program at an indoor public facility due to insurance and hygiene issues. Boo.
Last week, I caught a break and got permission to use a park. After investing more than $25 in signs and banners, no one showed. I think it’s because the homeless can’t read my signs, but Lars thinks its due to the fact that it’s the middle of winter. In any event, they haven’t taken advantage of my charity. Maybe if it had involved ripple…
Well, at least I feel better about myself and the fact that my children can look up to my service in the community. I’ll keep you guys posted about the future of my Disadvantaged Fit Camp.