Have you ever had a pile of laundry, or possibly a pile of homework that seemed so large that you decided you’d rather just not start on it at all. You think maybe if it was a small pile or just a single homework assignment then I could get it done, but this, this is just too much to do, so I’m not going to start at all.
Maybe I am the only person who has ever felt this way, but I can tell you over the last few months this is how I have felt about my blog. Story after story that I want to share pile up to the point I don’t even want to write my blog because I feel there are 237189 stories I must share first.
But nonetheless, one of my new years resolutions was to write more on my blog! I enjoy so much tapping my stories out and sending them into the black hole of letters, numbers and photos that is our modern world wide web. So here it goes, pushing the pile aside and starting anew. January 13th 2013.
The last two days have been pretty bizarre. I arrived back in Hawaii on Wednesday evening, and as many of you know I work in a very impoverished area, with a decent amount of crime and everything that comes along with those two things. I am the director of an after-school program for at-risk youth here in Wahiawa, in central Oahu. On any given day I work with ghetto kids, the home-less, drug addicts and prostitutes. So what has been more bizarre about the last two days than any other you ask? Well, good question.
On behalf of Friends of Hawaii, an organization that gives grants to non-profits all over Hawaii, we have been volunteering at the Sony Open Golf Tournament in Honolulu. We have been conducting surveys that ask people attending the tournament a variety of questions about themselves, how they heard about the tournament, when they bought their tickets and so on… I had no idea how instantly less attractive I looked to people with a clipboard in my hand. On many occasions I was ignored and blown off, but occasionally there was someone who chose to stop and answer my twelve questions. Question 11 was the most fun to ask (I say with all the sarcasm I can muster). “This next questions you can either chose to answer or leave blank, we are asking what your total household income is annually” the answers were split into lots of different ranges the lowest being 25’000-50’000 and the highest being 150’000. To be honest I was surprised how many people answered, I assumed no one would want to, but many told me with pride “I make much more than anything that is on that sheet.” Thanks for the detail sir.
I supposed I should have assumed as much being at a golf tournament in Honolulu, but I suppose the wealth of those who walked around this stunning golf course was still shocking to me. I in no way think wealth is wrong nor am I trying to harp on those who have it. I am sure many of these people are very hard working, and worked their way up from the bottom to be where they are now. It was just such a different culture than the one I work in daily. Welcome to the flip-side of Hawaii!