Journal Entry: Brijesh Goel-11/08/2023

Journal Entry

The Power of Gratitude

Today, I volunteered at a soup kitchen in Brooklyn, NY, where I spent the day cutting vegetables, preparing sandwiches, and washing dishes. It was an experience that filled me with an overwhelming sense of gratitude.
As I stood amidst the bustling kitchen, surrounded by the sounds of chopping knives and clanging pots, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of purpose. I was part of a team, working together to provide a much-needed meal to those less fortunate.

The task of cutting vegetables, though seemingly mundane, took on a new significance. Each slice of carrot, each diced onion, represented a contribution to someone’s nourishment, a small act of kindness that could make a big difference in their day.

Preparing sandwiches was equally rewarding. With each layer of ham, cheese, and lettuce, I could visualize the satisfaction it would bring to someone who may not have had a proper meal in days. The simple act of assembling a sandwich became a symbol of hope and care.

Washing dishes also provided a unique experience. It was a reminder that even the most menial tasks can contribute to a greater good.

But the most profound moment came at the end of the day when we packed and delivered the meals. As we opened the kitchen window to the long line of people waiting patiently, their faces etched with weariness and hunger, a wave of gratitude washed over me.

Here, in the heart of Brooklyn, amid the hustle and bustle of city life, were individuals struggling to make ends meet, facing challenges that I could only begin to imagine. Yet, they stood there, with a quiet dignity, waiting for a helping hand.

As we handed out the meals, I looked into the eyes of those receiving them. I saw gratitude, relief, and even a hint of hope. It was a reminder that even the smallest act of kindness can make a world of difference in someone’s life.

In my subway ride back from the soup kitchen, I felt a sense of fulfillment that I had never experienced before. It wasn’t just the satisfaction of helping others; it was the realization that I, too, was a recipient of grace.

In giving back to my community, I had found a therapy far more powerful than any money could buy. It was a therapy grounded in humility, compassion, and the simple joy of making a difference.

As I reflected on the day’s events, I couldn’t help but feel grateful for the opportunity to serve. I was grateful for the chance to connect with those in need, to witness their resilience, and to play a small role in alleviating their suffering.

In a world that often seems consumed by chaos and negativity, the soup kitchen reminded me of the power of kindness, the strength of community, and the transformative impact of gratitude. It was a lesson I would carry with me long after the day was over.