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What it’s like, when #kindnessislouder


I have had the most extraordinary month.  I have not worked this hard, this many hours since I was 30 years old – and yet I feel invigorated. 

I was one of nearly 6,000 volunteers helping clothe Syrian refugees coming to the GTA.  While I participated as one of the drivers of the cause, I have never witnessed the level of empowerment all volunteers felt and acted on to drive this cause forward.

In just four weeks, we went from zero to:
  •  Over 30, 000 articles of clothing.
  • Nearly 6,000 active volunteers from getting the word out, donating clothing, to sorting, cleaning, inventory and various business services – there was no ego in this giving.
  • More than 20 media spots through TV, radio, print and internet news.
  • All of the infrastructure required to support a cause of this magnitude.
  • A free storefront open for business, where families can shop for their own clothing in privacy.
  • Over 60 people with starting wardrobes, ready to integrate into their new communities.
  • Thousands of hearts expanded as the spirit of compassion and kindness invaded all.





I experienced what it is like to walk into a room of people, work side by side without ever asking or knowing what they do for a living, their economic status, level of education, or their religious or political beliefs.  All we knew for sure is that we each cared and had a driving need to help other humans just because it was the right thing to do.

I know what it is like to have my 11-year-old daughter sacrifice time with her Mom, and be ok with it because “I admire what you and your friends are doing to help people”. 

I know what it is like to have my husband pick-up the slack at home, accept parking on the street as bins of clothing took up residence in our garage – because he too believes in giving and helping others when we have enough.

I know what it is like to have my 8-year-old son (who likes to sleep in) get up early with his Dad on a Saturday because he didn’t have a chance that last day or in the next to spend time with his Mom.

I know what it is like to feel we have made a small difference for people coming to a new country, searching for a way to make a life and feel they are safe, welcome and belong. 

And lastly, I know that when I look back on this time from my own finish line, history will tell the story of how we got it right this time.


Bless you all!!
www.theclothingdrive.org #theclothingdrive #kidsCARE
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