I’ve become very particular about my milk over the past five or so years. Our favorite milk comes from Munroe Dairy and it is delivered right to our door by our friendly driver, Scott. He’s always happy to load up our order into the fridge or grab one more thing off the truck for us, when we forget to place our order the night before. But, he knows us and he knows what we typically order, 3 half gallons a week. He was also cool about me taking my selfie with the truck when he made the delivery this Tuesday.
We are a fortunate family and we have access to delicious nutritious milk. I try and have a glass with dinner each night and some in my cereal when I have that for breakfast. Eva also loves milk and she has some with each of her meals at home.
We are fortunate, but there are many people who are not. Many people do not have access to milk on a daily basis and children especially are not getting enough milk. Once school stops for the Summer many children don’t have access to milk at all. So, that is why I am teaming up with Life of Dad and Milk Life to promote The Great American Milk Drive benefitting Feeding America. As a matter of disclosure, I am being compensated for this post and will be donating part of that compensation to the campaign. I’m a big believer in the benefits of milk in a growing child’s diet that I want to get as many people to donate as possible. I can’t even imagine this statistic below. Continue reading I’m a #MilkDrive Dad Raising Donations for Feeding America→
Today was the wake for Sr. Pat Harrington, one of the kindest people I have ever known. She was a teacher at my high school, Bishop Feehan. However, I never had her in class but I knew her very well. She was the advisor to Student Council yet I was only on that my Senior Year. She created the retreat called ECHO – Encountering Christ in Others which I went on later in High School. But from day one at Feehan Sr. Pat began learning every freshman student’s name. She knew us all and she loved us all. She saw the potential in each and every student and she always cultivated and challenged that potential.
The wake was at Bishop Feehan High School, 3 minutes from my home. I got there at 4:30 and already there was not a single place to park and the line stretched around the building and ended near the cafeteria entrance. It was a long wait but worth every single moment to be present to pay our respects. Sr. Pat was one of a kind and in her 45 years at Bishop Feehan her kindness touched so many people. The line never diminished the whole time I was there. More and more people came to say goodbye to this extraordinary woman. I saw old friends and we talked. But mostly I was alone with my thoughts, remembering Sr. Pat’s generosity, infectious laughter, humility and open-heartedness. I continue to tear up whenever I think of Sr. Pat and how future Feehan students will never have the privilege of knowing her. I am so lucky that I did.
