A quick update on my last post: I've given out only three bags, but oh how wonderful it was. The first was the day after my post. The guy was at the light I go by regularly. He told me, "God bless you, baby." Oh wow. My car floated home. The next time was just yesterday. I went to Home Depot to get some stuff to fix an old bedframe, and when I came out I almost went out a side street to the light to the boulevard, but for some reason I went through the parking lot to a smaller exit. A man on the corner (in the parking lot, not even at the exit) had a sign asking for work. I told him I don't know of any work, but here's some food and stuff, and God bless. I did get some stern looks from people coming into the Home Depot parking lot, as I WAS on their side of the road, but I was feeling too good to give them the finger.
Then today I was returning from my mom's as the sun was just beyond the horizon, and on a busy road, and this guy was paused on the sidewalk trying to light a cigarette. (I'm just going to leave that issue alone.) He was in one of those one-piece padded jumpsuits and had a wool hat pulled down, and a beard. I couldn't stop, but I knew he was homeless. I was fairly amazed to have my car take control and turn around and then turn around again when there was no traffic, and then stop in the far-right lane. He seemed really surprised when I stopped and said "Excuse me...do you need help?" When he came up to the window, I gave him a bag and told him it was some food and other stuff. He was super happy and shocked, because the cops had just run him off from the Wawa (stupidest name for a convenience store ever) where he was trying to beg for some dinner. It was perfect timing. I KNOW that man is sleeping under a bush and some leaves tonight. At least he'll have a full stomach.
The organization my students want to start to help the homeless is getting off the ground. These fine young ladies had more ideas than I could have come up with. And they are so motivated. I'll keep you posted on their activities. Another group at school is right now collecting gently used or new blankets. We are an extremely giving school.
Okay, now for the hiccup cure. I've heard it all. I've tried it all. This cure is instantaneous. Drink a little shotglass of dill pickle juice (though sweet might work--I didn't try that). Or just eat a dill pickle chip. GONE, baby, GONE. I kid you not.
A bonus cure: if you are stung by a bee or other pointy-butted flying creature, cut an onion in half and put the onion on the stung spot. The onion juices pull out the bee poison. Don't look at me like that. It's true. I have scary allergies to bee stings. Won't go into that, but when I was moving one time I carried furniture by some zinnias laden with bees, and one stung me on the NECK! On the fast track to my BRAIN! I was in a total panic that I'd be writhing and foaming at the mouth as the poison destroyed my grey matter, but then that Dear Abby column passed before my eyes, and fifteen minutes of onion kiss later, I did not have even a bump.
Dill pickle and onion. Nature is our friend.