Trash Talk

Last night, we did a service project for FHE.

For those who don't know what FHE is - it stands for Family Home Evening.  And for me, it's usually not with my family and not at home.  But it's still in the evening.  Every Monday evening, to be exact.  It's one of my favorite parts of the week.

So back to last night. It was cold. Raining. Not hard, just the drizzly kind that frizzes curly hair and dampens your outer layer. We all ate donuts, then donned gloves and grabbed a few trash bags, and went out to the bike path by Davis Square to pick up the litter.  Believe it or not, it was fun. Here's why:

Guy-girl ratio: 2 to 1. No joke.

People talk more freely when they're serving - especially when they're picking up trash. Good conversation.

It was so cold our wet-gloved fingers were freezing, but we were all freezing doing something good for mankind, so it was ok. Good adventures.

My trash-collecting buddy even used a stick as a tool to excavate some of the litter from underneath some thorny bramble bushes as we talked about how fun it is to make and use tools to make life easier.  Good thinking!

Some people walking by asked what we were doing, and then said thank you when we told them!  Good feelings.

Afterwards, we all agreed it was the most fun we had had at a Family Home Evening in a long time. And the bike path is much prettier now.

The End.