Doing Good

Many of us have been stuck at home for too long, and might be thinking about safely going out. Meeting old friends and new people is a pretty attractive idea right now, isn’t it? And what if venturing back out into the world came with extra benefits, like making you feel really good about yourself and the world?

Doing good is good for you. We know about the healthy physical and mental benefits of volunteering for worthwhile causes, but inertia might be holding us back. We’ve written before about the benefits of volunteering, and in this time of restricted social contact those benefits seem even more valuable.

In this issue we feature a local organization that can always use good-hearted help. Local, yes. Really local! They’re actually in our Southern Gables neighborhood. They have been carrying on their work throughout the pandemic while maintaining safe practices (masks, handwashing, gloves, social distancing) in the workplace.

Joy’s Kitchen provides food to anyone who wants it. The work is done by volunteers, with masks and social distancing. Tasks include collecting surplus food at donating locations; sorting and classifying food items; and passing out boxes of food to anyone who drives up during the distribution hours.

To find out about volunteering, or even about getting food for yourself or to take to friends or family, go to joyskitchen.org. You will be helping neighbors, and just as importantly in the mission of Joy’s Kitchen, preventing waste of surplus food.

Rescue Food — Feed People

To understand the importance of this slogan, you first have to appreciate the concept of “rescuing” food. The amount of food that goes to waste in our economy, when so many people are lacking, is astonishing. It causes harm to the environment as it decays in landfills. It represents misdirected resources that are grown and made for health and comfort but go wasted, missing that purpose and serving no one. Saving it from waste is a serious mission. Joy’s Kitchen serves 4000 families a month with hundreds of thousands of pounds of recovered food. A day’s work can move anywhere between 6000 and 17,000 pounds of food, rescuing it from waste and feeding people.

Every bit of that food helps the earth, and helps families maintain healthy diets while allowing that portion of their budgeted resources to be used for other needs.

The food distribution center is in our neighborhood at the Westwoods Community Church, 7700 W. Woodard Drive. There are no requirements to get food. You don’t have to “need” of food. (Does this seem strange? Here’s why it’s that way.)

Volunteer shifts are scheduled on food distribution days for just a few hours each, starting at various times beginning at 9:30 in the morning.

Food distribution hours are 12:30 to 2:00 PM, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, and Saturday. People can just drive up, pop the trunk, and receive a box of food without leaving their car.

To find out about volunteering, go to joyskitchen.org/volunteer. Do good.

Photos: Food surplus graphic and food photos are from Joy’s Kitchen.

Columbine

Columbine. Denver. Bailey. Arvada. Colorado Springs. Littleton. Aurora. Centennial. Colorado Springs again, and then again. Thornton. STEM School in Highlands Ranch. Aurora again. Boulder.

Colorado tragedies. Schools, churches, a dance hall, a theater, a clinic, retail stores, a grocery store. Columbine was not the first in our state, but it raised a terrible bar. April 20 marks an anniversary of the tragedy at Columbine High School. Our neighbor Ken Fischer was dog-tired that day 22 years ago, as was his whole Lakewood Police team from an extra-tough shift the night before, but that’s another story. He was doing some hard work on an off-duty day, wrestling and sweating with pulling stumps for a friend, when he heard the call.

In this story, Ken tells of – what was it, a kind of compensation? A miracle? – seemingly built out of inspiration and willpower. Or maybe it was something dealt out by “a just and brooding God.”

By Ken Fischer

1999. The following fall, after that terrible day in April, the Columbine football team took the field. They were not great, but won enough to get to the playoffs.

My sector of Lakewood had the Jeffco Stadium in just about its geographic center. I would often tactically position myself at or near the stadium on Thursday and Friday nights for the rowdy high school events. My dispatcher was aware of crowd noise so she often called me on cell phone with anything critical in nature. Pretty routine, usually just being watchful, but there was one game that I will always remember as something special, almost transcendent.

Columbine High School, Littleton, Colorado

Now there was something eerie about the Columbine team. These were the lads that carried one of their own to his final rest several months earlier. Their school was still undergoing repair so they worked through the hurt and anger to do something constructively normal: play football.

Columbine had never been any great shakes on the gridiron. Finishing near .500 was pretty good for the program. This year the team had no real stars and no standouts, and seemed to be a very quiet bunch. They took on a county rival in the quarterfinals and came from behind to squeak out a victory. A surprise. They were forecast to break even that year and winning a playoff game was a big notch on the doorframe.

Photo from Columbine Football on Twitter, @CHSRebelball, 2018

Per custom, each team passed at midfield, shook hands then boarded the buses back to their school. Except Columbine. They had no school and would not until the following year. They shared time at Chatfield High, their sister school further south in the county.

Just after this victory and handshake, Columbine players and coaches assembled under the south goal posts. Very quiet, no hoorah, no cheers, no one but the team. I was standing on the perimeter with the Columbine principal, Frank DeAngelis. I began to say something to him in passing. He gave me a sign to be silent. I would.

They spoke in brief statements. No game analysis. An air of commitment. No one interrupted anyone else.

When all who wanted to speak spoke, they calmly walked to their bus. I had never seen anything like this in athletics. This was a team with a purpose.

The following week would be tougher. They were predicted to lose by at least two touchdowns to a far superior Boulder Fairview team that had experienced a fantastic season losing only one possibly two games. Fairview had a quarterback passer who had all the tools. He was a “young Elway.”

The game progressed as expected. Columbine held strong through three quarters but could not manage much scoring. Fairview was about eighteen points up starting the fourth quarter.

I was prowling the Fairview sidelines as Columbine pushed down the field and scored. No big deal. Two scores up, just run the clock.

Fairview turned it over in uncharacteristic fashion and here came Columbine, silent and deep.

Again, the ground game. Columbine scored in about six plays and were one score down with about four minutes left.

Fairview attempted a run, lost ground. Columbine timeouts employed. Fairview punts. Good runback by Columbine who scored two plays later. Still silent, confident, committed. No mistakes.

With a blue chip passer and two minutes to score from mid field, it would be highly possible to get to the end zone. The kid who was setting passing records all year threw two terrible incomplete passes. During a timeout, with just seconds left, I turned to hear a brief conversation between coach and quarterback. The strategy was set. Just do it. Run it in if you have to.

The all-state quarterback had a look that betrayed a feeling of something else at work here.

Fairview ran once and threw a pass into the dirt to lose to a “nothingburger” team in blue that could not be stopped by any dynamic in any playbook.

Columbine Memorial. Photo by Denverjeffrey, CC BY 3.0, Link

A stunned crowd silently departed for the flatirons, not quite believing what they had just seen.

A calm, deliberate, committed bunch of young men in Columbine blue gathered under the goal post. They recommitted the season to their friend and fallen athlete, Matt Kechter, as they had done for every game throughout the season.

Columbine went on to beat Cherry Creek the next week for the state championship. Not easily but convincingly, and well enough. Enough to become state football champions for that year.

That team still frequently revisits the Columbine teams of ensuing years. They stand with the quiet authority of dedication and unity, to offer inspiration and support to those playing a great game with great comrades.

Ken Fischer holds a Master’s Degree in Education from the University of Iowa and was involved in organizing Iowa’s first Law Enforcement Training Academy. He was on the SWAT Team in the Lakewood Police Department, and retired as a Senior Sergeant. A longtime resident of Southern Gables, he is an experienced woodsman and now runs a firewood business.