By: Eugenia Finizio
Every Thanksgiving break, my family
and I drive to a farm in Pennsylvania and cut down a Christmas tree. It is always cold, there is always free
hot chocolate, and my brother always insists on choosing a tree that is two
feet taller than our ceiling. The
cutting of a real Christmas tree is a tradition in my family, but another,
perhaps even more important, tradition grew out of this annual trip into the
country.
One year while driving to the farm
we got lost. Pennsylvania is full
of wide-open spaces and hills, and a few wrong turns here and there and you can
end up in Amish country. This
particular year, when I was about ten years old, we ended up in a trailer park. Instead of pulling out the GPS and
getting out of there, my dad decided to drive us through the community. I had never seen anything quite like
it. The trailers were dilapidated,
the toys outside the houses were broken, and the grass looked as if it hadn’t
been cut in years. Through later
research, my dad found out that most of the people living in the park were
unemployed or battling alcoholism.
At just ten years old, I realized that not even an hour away from my
comfortable Pittsburgh home, there were children who would receive nothing for
Christmas.
Every year since we discovered the
trailer park, we drive through it on our way to the farm. Not to mock the inhabitants, but rather
to humble ourselves. Not to pity
the people who live in these trailers, but to remember that not everyone lives
in a suburb or gets to attend college.
Some years the trailers look tidy and cheerful, and others they look a
little disheveled.
I think of this trailer park most
during the holiday season because it is the time when people are willing to
give a little money or time to give back to those less fortunate. I think of this trailer park
specifically because it is in my country, my state, and even in my county at
home. With all of the causes that
we can give money to this holiday season, many of them will be
international. There is a need for
help across the globe, and don’t get me wrong, international causes are just as
worthy of donations as local ones, but sometimes we as a nation forget to look
into our own backyards. We read
the national newspapers, we watch CNN, and we see commercials about causes
around the world. But sometimes we
fail to recognize the need that exists right here in our own country. We become blind to the impact we can
make close to home.
So this holiday season, I ask you to think local. It’s not about the money, it’s about
the concept of caring for people that live around the corner, down the road,
and a few miles into the Pennsylvania countryside.
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