Just over a year ago,
we were working for Campbell Soup Company, meeting with families in their homes in Texas to learn about the food they eat. We were on our way to visit the last family of the trip… when we turned onto the street, we knew right away this was going to be a whole different experience. There were broken down cars, abandoned homes, barred windows, boarded up doors and graffiti everywhere. When we pulled up to the house, we hesitated. We didn’t even want to get out of the car. Then someone said, “We should go inside. You never know what we may learn.”
So we went in. The home was empty with the exception of a thread barren couch and an old TV. Sitting on the couch was a mother and her 3 kids. She worked nights just to keep her family’s head above water. As she showed us her kitchen we were amazed.
There was no food in the house. Not even an old can in the pantry. Nothing.
When we talked to her, she told us about the struggles she has had with teaching her kids how to make good decisions about the foods they eat, especially with such little money.
We saw and heard their struggles. We left their home, promising ourselves we would do something to help that family… more than offering just extra money and food… we had to do something bigger. We were so determined.
But over the next year… life got in the way. We came back to our homes, our families, our jobs. We did nothing.
A year later, we were working late in a warehouse in Camden, NJ. There was a knock on the door. It was a mother and her kids asking for extra food. Asking for dinner. As we handed them what little food we had, it reminded us. It reminded us about our broken promise to help that Texas family.