Letter to the Editor Nov. 30Written by Administrator | | email@example.com
Hannah’s Socks marks fourth year
A cold night, Thanksgiving 2004. Compassion: “Mommy, won’t his feet be cold?” Resolution: “Mommy, he can have my socks.”
Today, four years after an undersized 4-year-old girl spoke those words while volunteering at the Cherry Street Mission, Hannah’s Socks has touched people in every corner of Ohio, from coast to coast in America and as far away as Romania.
Who could have predicted the impact a child’s spirit could have on the poor and the affluent, on friends in the same neighborhood and friends on the other side of the world?
Hannah, Doris and I didn’t plan to start a full-fledged charitable organization. We just set out to give socks to people who could use them, especially during Ohio’s cold winter months.
But compassion is a flexible thing; it often bends in uncharted directions. And it often returns to its giver in varying and unexpected ways. Compassion is, I think, not what you do so much as why you do what you do.
So, as all our supporters join us in embarking upon the fifth year of the Hannah’s Socks journey, let us remember this: We have a plan, but we’ll continue to follow our compassion and let it lead us to ask an important question – “Mommy, won’t his feet be cold?” – and experience wonderful epiphanies and crystal-clear answers – “Mommy, he can have my socks.”
Hannah wouldn’t have it any other way. Happy Thanksgiving.
Co-founder, Hannah’s Socks