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one of the things I read in antisocial isolation
The Queer Roots of New York’s Life-Saving Food Charity
Medically-tailored meals for the most vulnerable at God’s Love We Deliver.
From one meal to one sick friend to 3 million New Yorkers fed last year. Embiggenable.
In 1985, as a volunteer at Cabrini Hospice, Ganga Stone delivered a bag of groceries to Richard Sale, a man living with AIDS. Upon receiving the bag, he threw it on the floor in frustration. Sale could barely stand — how was he supposed to turn a bag of ingredients into his supper?
The next day, Stone brought Sale a deli-bought meal. The day after that, she personally prepared a meal that was tailored to his ailing body’s dietary needs.
As she walked to Sale’s to drop off the meal, Stone was stopped on the street by a minister, who asked where she was going and what she was doing. Stone told him she was delivering food to a sick friend, to which he replied, “you’re not just delivering food… you’re delivering God’s love.”
Within the year, Ganga Stone and her friend Jane Best founded God’s Love We Deliver, a secular New York charity that cooks and home-delivers nutritious, medically-tailored meals to people too sick to shop or cook for themselves. At the time, they worked in collaboration with a local restaurant and delivered — mostly by bike — 50 meals a day to those living with AIDS in Manhattan. They grew rapidly to meet the speed and ferocity of the AIDS epidemic.
Almost 40 years later, God’s Love operates out of a gigantic kitchen on Avenue of the Americas, where hundreds of volunteers gather everyday to prepare 13,000 meals for New Yorkers in need. Last year, they served 3 million meals to those who are too sick to do so for themselves.
“I needed to be able to make something deeply important happen for human beings — and this was it.”
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Maru envied the blue tub Hana was in, and the sound of wind bell by Maru’s tail 2024!
Thank you Jason for the militarized whoopie cushion analogy!!
Ed. More tomorrow? Possibly. Probably. Maybe. Likely, if I find nothing more barely uninteresting at all to do.
Ed., etc. I didn’t have time to do this today.
ONE MORE THING:
Perdue Pledges To Plant One Chicken For Every Chicken Sold https://t.co/O97tStvnIX
— The Onion (@TheOnion) August 5, 2024
