Visual Reflection of Image
Part 1: Visual reflection
It was a gloomy afternoon as I drove down the same street that I took daily to get home from work. This time, however, I noticed something I had never seen before, outside the otherwise empty store front a long line of people stood waiting. A new food bank had set up shop in the old café. To my amazement the building actually looked alive once more. Though most were too sick or simply too misfortunate to provide for themselves, the street had regained a sense of livelihood from the sudden bustle of activity. I thought for a moment and parked my car across the street. As I watched the people in line file in and out of the new food bank I thought to myself “there has to be something more that I can do”. I continued watching the line file in and out of the building, zoning in and out of my thoughts when a man tapped gently on my window. He didn’t seem to have come from the line up or from this area; he was too well dressed for the neighbourhood. I rolled down my window cautiously and inquired what he wanted. The man replied simply “we could use an extra hand in there if that’s what you’re looking for, would you mind?” I rolled up my window and opened the door before replying casually “no, I wouldn’t mind”. The man led me through the heavy line and behind the counter before either of us said another word. “so, what brought you here?” the man inquired. “I was on my way home from work when I had noticed a sudden bustle of activity here. It kind of caught my curiosity” I spoke softly. He handed me an apron “well, we could always use a helping hand. Why don’t you drop by here tomorrow and we’ll see if we can find you an actual position?” the man lead me to the front counter. “when they hand you their card, write down their number and the basket number. That’s all you have to do.” I volunteered there for about a week before they had offered me a paycheck. I kindly declined as I already had a steady job and a decent income. I continued working
It was a gloomy afternoon as I drove down the same street that I took daily to get home from work. This time, however, I noticed something I had never seen before, outside the otherwise empty store front a long line of people stood waiting. A new food bank had set up shop in the old café. To my amazement the building actually looked alive once more. Though most were too sick or simply too misfortunate to provide for themselves, the street had regained a sense of livelihood from the sudden bustle of activity. I thought for a moment and parked my car across the street. As I watched the people in line file in and out of the new food bank I thought to myself “there has to be something more that I can do”. I continued watching the line file in and out of the building, zoning in and out of my thoughts when a man tapped gently on my window. He didn’t seem to have come from the line up or from this area; he was too well dressed for the neighbourhood. I rolled down my window cautiously and inquired what he wanted. The man replied simply “we could use an extra hand in there if that’s what you’re looking for, would you mind?” I rolled up my window and opened the door before replying casually “no, I wouldn’t mind”. The man led me through the heavy line and behind the counter before either of us said another word. “so, what brought you here?” the man inquired. “I was on my way home from work when I had noticed a sudden bustle of activity here. It kind of caught my curiosity” I spoke softly. He handed me an apron “well, we could always use a helping hand. Why don’t you drop by here tomorrow and we’ll see if we can find you an actual position?” the man lead me to the front counter. “when they hand you their card, write down their number and the basket number. That’s all you have to do.” I volunteered there for about a week before they had offered me a paycheck. I kindly declined as I already had a steady job and a decent income. I continued working