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Big Game

During the church service I attend, we are asked during the offertory to give donations for the church to the heart shaped dish. Donations for infant formula or a similar hunger donation are typically given to the bowl. Today the bowl was appropriately named the "Super Bowl." As the pastor talked about the offering she mentioned that over five billion dollars is spent on Super Bowl food. This seemed crazy, so I searched it on the internet.

"...Big Game Spike"
About $5.3 billion will be spent in restaurants and bars, on wagering, on hosting parties, or buying snack foods, drinks and pizza, according to BIGresearch, which conducted a survey on Super Bowl spending for the Retail Advertising and Marketing Association, a division of the National Retail Federation (NRF).

This afternoon instead of watching the Super Bowl, I helped at the church's community meal. When I arrived, I had flu like symptoms, so I was asked to help in the "give away" room instead of serving food. Since it was bitterly cold, the organizers believed numbers would be down. The reasoning was most people go early to get a bed at a shelter and don't want to take the chance of giving it up in these temperatures. It worked well for me because I was able to see another aspect of the community meal. In "give away" room everyone was given two pairs of underpants and two pairs of socks plus a variety of food items (even cat and dog food), plus hygiene products, and a roll of toilet paper.

Typically I would definately prefer to watch the Super Bowl, but when I thought of how much money we, Americans, spend on food during this game I was pleased to be able to help those less fortunate. One man had a new job and asked if he could have five disposable razor blades instead of three. Many of the people I helped tonight were America's working poor.

Since it was slow and because I wasn't feeling well, I was told to go home early and get some rest.

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