Action Network Shows Compassion to Farm Workers in Watsonville,
Curtis explains: I was collecting donated items and I had
so much abundance. I wondered, “What can I do with
the excess?” I was on Highway 129, on my way to Santa
Cruz, when I spotted the migrant workers. I decided to pull
over on a dirt road, playing my loud inspiring music, and
one guy approached me speaking Spanish. I didn’t know
what he was saying. I got out of my truck and began showing
him furniture, dishes and kid’s clothes. The way we
communicated was through smiles and warm gestures of kindness.
I immediately gave everything off my truck and trailer to
the rest of the people as they approached me. One lady did
speak to me in English and told me where their camp was
located, near the fairgrounds. She suggested that I go there
on Saturday morning when people would be there, to give
away more donations.
When Saturday came, I pulled up into the camp. There were
all these little, run-down shacks, with bed sheets over
the windows. It looked like one family per unit lived there.
I saw broken down cars, falling over fences, and all these
kids, about 30 of them, roaming around. They had on hand-me-down
clothes. People gradually came out and observed my truck.
The first people didn’t speak English and they were
wondering what I was doing. Again, we communicated through
eye contact and warm, caring gestures. Then the lady who
invited me there spotted me, and that’s when we started
unloading clothes, toys, dishes, and furniture from the
truck and trailer.
The people had so much gratitude. They offered me food,
baked goods, hugging on me like they knew me for a long
time. Even the men shook my hand with a strong grip. I took
a wish list and continued taking more donated items over
there until the owner of the camp stopped me. He complained
about the dumpster being full all the time because the workers
were throwing out their old stuff. Follow
My compassion goes out to these migrant workers. Someone
recommended that I go to the Loaves and Fishes soup kitchen
in Watsonville. I still continue to deliver donated items
People talk about grass roots. I am totally living this
concept with the help of God. I think about where I come
from and the life I used to live down in Louisiana on the
plantation, and I am not looking back. I live one day at
a time and through prayer and meditation, listen for the
constructive and compassionate thoughts that come up. I’m
going to keep doing the right thing by helping people. This
is the way I want to live but I can’t do it alone.
Join me on a journey of kindness. Help me help others!