In lieu of an abstract, below is the essay's first paragraph.
"As I tour the facility, I feel a sense of guilt for all that I have in my life. My clothes are fresh, in style for the most part, and when I have had enough of them, I give to the “unknown” and “unseen” people for whom I feel distance. After my tour is over it is time to go to work. We open the doors and place the sign carefully out in front of the old church that was donated to this venue, which was so foreign to many. I am feeling a little nervous about how I will talk to the people coming in for donations. What will I have in common with them? An hour passes before my first “customer” arrives. Thank goodness, because I was beginning to feel as if I was wasting my time. I pondered, “is there really such a great need in my community; I would know about it if there truly was such a need”. I found my thoughts righteously judging, “just get a job, anything would do, I see signs all over that say help wanted”. “For heavens sake, help yourself climb out of the lowly acceptance of poverty.”
"A day at "Operation Good Neighbor","
Verbum: Vol. 2
, Article 5.
Available at: http://fisherpub.sjfc.edu/verbum/vol2/iss2/5