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Serendipity has me posting this story immediately next to the story of Andrew Hall making $100 million by making bets on price fluctuations, like gasoline prices during a war. I think the moral of the two stories speak for themselves. Jorge Munoz, an immigrant, makes $700 a week and spends half of it giving the food to the hungry, while Andrew Hall, another immigrant from Britain, makes $100 million a year, and is not satisfied with the massive fortune. The difference between the two is like night and day, heaven and earth. One is selfless and the other is selfish.Excerpts
I am humbled.
I met a real life Angel recently. His name is Jorge Munoz and he lives in Queens, New York.
This is not just a story about a man who has spent the last few years tirelessly cooking, packing and giving free, hot meals to hungry people every day under a subway stop--some 70,000 in total.
It's a lesson about compassion for people and humanity. It's also about how one 46 year-old school bus driver, was moved to take action in a selfless and big way. Munoz says he found his passion and path in service after choosing to stop turning his cheek to a growing problem, so prevalent in his neighborhood, and so many other communities across America.
Munoz says he spends more than half of his salary, of roughly $700 per week, buying food from local grocery stores. Every night, for the past four years, Munoz comes home from work, takes a quick coffee break, then heads out to diligently collect food donations from the community and then shops for more groceries. He heads home to meet a team, consisting of his mother, sister, 5-year-old nephew and a friend. Together, they are a well-oiled machine, as they multiply whatever they're having for dinner into, by 120 to 140 home cooked meals, carefully packed with love and care in his tiny kitchen, in his shoe-box size flat. His living room looks more like a pantry, filled with fresh food, parceled out, and ready to be cooked. There are even bags of clothes and blankets, cleaned and ready to be given out. His stove, isn't fully operating anymore because it's been overused to cook food in bulk. Because the stove is broken, he carries huge restaurant sized vats of food up to his sister's apartment to cook-- just so he can make his daily deadline. "They depend on me," says Munoz. Even with an injured back, he never once complains about the love and labor he puts into his daily routine of service.
9:00pm. It's time to pack his white Toyota pickup truck with coolers full of hot drinks and food and hit the road.
Every single night at 9:30pm, for the past four years, Munoz and his family have been repeating this routine, which he calls his "second job" every day, except one. With furrowed brows and a disappointed frown on his face, Munoz regretfully admits, he did miss one day -- The food and drinks were packed, but a snowstorm shut down all lines of transportation. " He says with disappointment. "The subway and buses all closed, we couldn't get to them."
Why would anyone spend most their free time and energy putting so much love in home cooked meals for strangers on the street? Arguably, some people wouldn't don't even do this for their significant others -- But that's another blog topic altogether.
Words can't really describe why Munoz so unselfishly does what he does. He just does. You just have to be there to experience it. But when you're there, watching him do his work, at the gritty Roosevelt Avenue subway stop, you begin to understand why.
Sara Mirza, (who at the time was an unemployed TV producer who I invited to come along on the shoot) and I hopped on the subway to meet Munoz and his small team at the subway stop, where a line quickly multiplied... from 7, 14, 20... then a crowd of over a hundred neatly and politely lined up. Meanwhile, many passersby clutched their purses when walking by this group of people waiting for food. When Munoz first started this project approximately 4 years ago, he says there were only 8 people. Then there were 24, and today, the crowd has grown to nearly 150 people because of the down economy.
When Munoz's truck pulls up, the melancholy, stoic, troubled looks on their faces brightened. (I'm tearing up as I write this and recall the moment.)
And wow, the smiles. The expressions on their faces reminded me of when family and old friends have just been reunited at the airport, after not seeing each other for a long period of time. "The smiles on their faces, when see they got something to eat....aaaaah, [We're] feeding [more than] a hundred people," Munoz says passionately. "If you change the life of one guy, that's enough..."
Munoz says the idea came to him one day, when waiting to pick up his students at a routine school bus stop. "I saw people throwing away food at a food factory," he says adamantly, "I thought, why are they throwing that away? I can give those to the hungry people I see on the street everyday." He asked if he could pick up the perfectly fresh food and take it to the hungry strangers, he's seen everyday. Strangers whose faces became so familiar.
Munoz says, the inspiration came from, "God and my Mom. Since I was little, my mom teach me to share, and that's what we're doing here." Although Munoz isn't getting paid for this second job (remember, he actually has to use own money to do this), he seems so happy in service -- Just by the tone in his voice, you can feel his passion for compassion. His eagerness to serve brings him joy. He says he's happy to have a paying job, so he can continue doing this. "You have to see their smiles, on their faces. When they smile, I always say that's how I get paid."
I was moved so much by this story that I teared up as I wrote the preceding paragraphs --And let's be real-- I cried many times during this assignment. After the interview, I fought back tears and told Munoz, I was humbled (goosebumps and all) to be interviewing him, to be sitting in the same room with him, a true angel. I wept while editing the video and I'm wiping away tears now, as I write this blog. You see, I once utterly disliked homeless and hungry people. I was angry and didn't understand their trials and tribulations. I didn't understand or care to fathom their stories. I was jaded by several experiences where I would give food to a hungry person some food, just to be turned away by the good gesture and instead being asked for money. I would think, I come from an immigrant background, my family and I worked hard and pulled ourselves up from the bootstraps. They're able bodied, why don't they work? But it wasn't until I've interviewed some homeless people on the street and spent the day with folks in the Tent city encampments, that I started seeing a shift in my perception. What a great payoff and life lesson I learned. I realized that they too, had -- and have-- hopes, fears and dreams just like we do. Some fall on bad times, I realized, just alike I have. The difference? I have an amazing support system; Thanks to my family and friends. A social worker also told me one of her homeless clients was a doctor, his wife a lawyer. He became homeless and lost everything, when his wife was killed in a car accident on the way home from work, he lost it," my friend explained.
Some cynics say they believe the old Chinese proverb, "Give a man a fish and you feed him for a day. Teach a man to fish and you feed him for a lifetime." Although I agree with this old adage, I also believe in this comment, from one of my blogger readers, "Yeah, but the fisherman [or fisherwoman] has to eat while fishing, don't they?" This blog is about compassion. If you can teach someone how to cast that net and catch fish, great. If you can't, think about what you can do. Think about what resources and talents you may have and what you can do to help someone else in need and improve his/her life. I urge you to do something to better your community.
Remember, as my last blog, about phenomenal 5-year-old Phoebe proves, it doesn't have to be BIG. She saw a problem and wanted to help hungry people in her community. So she held a can recycling campaign and to everyone's amazement, she raised enough money to feed nearly 18,000 people.
A quick story and kudos to my 4-year-old nephew Drew, better known as cutiepatootie, for his compassion. Last week, my brother, Phat, took Drew out for ice cream at Gunthers (one of my local favorite mom-and-pops ice-cream shops in Sacramento.) Being the spoiling uncle, that he is (OK, I spoil him too, but that's my job right?) my brother bought Drew two mini ice cream cones. Drew ate happily, ice cream dripping down the mouth and all. But his smiling face turn sad when he looked outside the window and saw a little girl crying. "Oh no!" Drew said, "Why is she crying?" Phat said, "I don't know, maybe she's sad or doesn't have a cone?" "With an a-ha, split second moment, Drew quickly said, "I know what! I have another ice cream, can I give it to her?" Phat said, "Do you want to give it to her?" With no hesitation, "Drew said, "Yes." He walked outside, patting the weeping girl on the shoulder, "Don't cry little girl," he said, "I have an ice cream for you." The girl smiled and so did Drew! I was so proud of Drew for sharing and caring. Again, this is not about hand outs, giving people food, but rather a passion for compassion. Wouldn't the world be better place if we all planted the seed early and had more people who are aware? When Drew was a baby, I remember asking my sister Lynn, what she wanted Drew to be when he grows up. Lynn replied, "I don't really care what he chooses to be, as long as he is a compassionate human being." And compassionate he is.
Perhaps Mother Teresa's quote sums it up best, "If you judge people, you don't have time to love them."
When I created my inspirational website: www.GoInspireGo.com I knew I wanted to help people. What I didn't realize was how much this project would help me understand people and humanity while connecting with them. As I embark on this new journey of my career-- or should I say, my life's work?! -- I have met so many amazing people from; the subjects of my stories to volunteers to those of you reading this right now. I saw a shift in myself and have witnessed the amazing changes in others joining me on this journey of service and inspiration. Take Sara Mirza, the amazingly talented producer who collaborated with me on this video shoot, Sara says after getting laid off of her TV gig, like the millions of other jobless Americans, it was hard to be inspired to even get out of bed in the morning, much less, garnering the strength to send out resumes. When I invited her to join me on producing this video, she was stoked! After the shoot, she texted and then called me to tell me, with caps lock and smiley icon ;) "THANK YOU," for the opportunity to collaborate with you on this story. I couldn't sleep the last few nights, in anticipation of meeting Jorge and doing this shoot."
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