"Random Act of Kindness of Some Basic Life Essentials"

From the November newsletter:

Last Friday during the long morning, I took a “bathroom break”.  A short block away from Planned Parenthood is some vacant, overgrown property that affords adequate privacy.  It’s the sort of place where homeless people sometimes pass by.  Hanging on a gate was a nice, green, nylon bag, obviously heavy with goods.  Pinned to the top of the bag was a note on white paper.  The note read, “Random act of kindness and useful necessities.  Take or share, if needed.”  My first thought was to take it—I’m an opportunist and our family economics often require us to take advantage of small gains, but then I realized how stupid this was.  I didn’t need what was in the bag and someone else might.  I walked away happy that other people were doing

what we prolifers are also attempting in an out-of-the-way and inconvenient place—offering random acts of kindness and useful necessities to try to save the lives of children.  The difference is when I returned later with a camera to take a photo of the bag, it was gone, but few people welcome the random acts we offer.

Thanks so much for your support. It is needed.  We can’t give up.

UPDATE: That was a week ago.  Last weekend I found another green bag in a new location, and this time I was able to get pictures.  I had mis-remembered the words of the note.  The headline of the blog post contains the right words.  This time I looked inside the bag to see if I might learn who is doing this project.  There was no identifying information. The bag contained a stocking hat, gloves, a scarf, some soap, wipes, a hand warmer, a few snacks, a couple other things, and a bottle of water.  I left the bag as I found it.

The last photo here is not of Planned Parenthood, but a little place called Biscuit Head along Biltmore Avenue that we see every time we leave PP.  There's always a long line.  It seems so strange in this out-of-the-way place.  People standing in line in a parking lot.  I spoke with a couple from Missouri that was eating biscuits from a box off the back of their car. They had driven all the way from western Kentucky to visit Asheville for the weekend. They said it was faster ordering food here by take out.  The wait was an hour, they said.  I told them where they could go for a nice nearby hike to some cliffs along the Blue Ridge Parkway.  

In the other side of this building is an office for TranzMission.  And we wonder why things seem to be changing so fast. They have money.  There's an organization.