…I know that nothing stays the same, and yet…
I went to Fort Wayne Sunday. I had the thought of giving some food to the food pantry that our building had. It was there to help with the gaps between what the gov’t thinks people need in order to eat and what they actually had at the end of the month.
So…I bought about $80 worth of food and called the manager to see if she was available to get in the building and chat awhile. She didn’t pick up her cell, and I found out why when I arrived at the building–
I had tried the disabled gal that used to run the food pantry. She would have had the key to get in. I couldn’t for the life of me remember her apartment number, so I guessed. A man answered, so yeah, no luck. He didn’t even know the name so either he was new, or the gal has moved to another place. She had been there quite a few years, so I was surprised that she wasn’t there.
I tried a few more apartments, but no one was home. On a final try, I got one of the residents. Ironically, he was the same one that gave me such grief over there by setting off the fire alarms all the time. Heh.
He let me in and then said they didn’t have the food pantry anymore. I was shocked.
He said that everything had changed and that the manager was no longer there. There had been a big shake up, I guess. No wonder she didn’t reply to my call.
So…I ended up just putting the food on a table in the main lobby for people to pick up.
It was just surreal. There used to be folks outside chatting on the benches. No one. No one inside where a couch and tables are located.
It just felt like the world got a little colder. Makes me sad. Really sad leaving the building. What once was a small community, where we looked out for one another, has become a place to exist.
Once our former manager left, it just seemed to take the warmth and light out of the place. The new maintenance guy did not like the “free” table we had in our rec room…he was somewhat anal and didn’t like the clutter of it…but that table was a life saver for us with little money to buy things. If someone didn’t want something, but another resident could use it, that just saved it from ending up in the landfill, didn’t it? But the maintenance guy insisted there were fights over the stuff…and I can say that I never witnessed it nor heard about any such fights. He just didn’t like it, is my guess….and if there were any fights, he probably blew them out of proportion.
Anyway, what should have been a happy day of giving back was one of sadness.