I came across a mailer on a Bare Your Sole project, not the barefoot walk, but on sorting out shoes (mainly Crocs), cleaning them and boxing them up to be sent to the children of third-world countries. Interested, I signed up for it. The event was held at the Crocs warehouse yesterday. Food and drinks were provided.
I have never seen so many crocs in my life before! For someone who has never owned any Crocs, it was an eye-opener, because when I got down to paring up the shoes, sorting them up and stringing them, I realise that they are comfortable indeed. No wonder the holey sandals that come in many colours are so popular with the young and old alike!
We had a blast sorting out the shoes, paring them together, stringing up the pairs, and placing them into a box. Non-Crocs shoes were also included in another box. Those shoes that have been worn out were discarded. Some of the volunteers got to cleaning and drying the shoes too.
There were some shoes that have somehow lost the other half. Those were put in a corner and then sorted according to colour and design. We had to find the other half of it. The organiser said if we were able to find one with the same colour and design but the sizes were different by just half, pair the shoes up together. Whatever that was left, we mixed and matched the colours. For instance, a red left Croc and a blue right Croc of the same size, the straps were removed and interchanged with each other to make them into a pair.
Somehow staring at the "lone rangers", I thought of an analogy. Those shoes are just like humans. Some were in a pair, some the pair was lost and we had to keep searching for it. Some the more you search, the more you could not find it, but all of a sudden, the other half appeared in front of our eyes. Some remains alone to the end. Some need some help in mixing and matching before they become a pair. Some does not have the perfect pair, but got paired with one that is almost similar in all respect. Does this just not reflect human relationships exactly?
The whole thing ended around four in the afternoon. By the time we finished, there were about twenty boxes of shoes packed, and more boxes of trash to be thrown away. It was tiring, but fruitful!
I have never seen so many crocs in my life before! For someone who has never owned any Crocs, it was an eye-opener, because when I got down to paring up the shoes, sorting them up and stringing them, I realise that they are comfortable indeed. No wonder the holey sandals that come in many colours are so popular with the young and old alike!
We had a blast sorting out the shoes, paring them together, stringing up the pairs, and placing them into a box. Non-Crocs shoes were also included in another box. Those shoes that have been worn out were discarded. Some of the volunteers got to cleaning and drying the shoes too.
There were some shoes that have somehow lost the other half. Those were put in a corner and then sorted according to colour and design. We had to find the other half of it. The organiser said if we were able to find one with the same colour and design but the sizes were different by just half, pair the shoes up together. Whatever that was left, we mixed and matched the colours. For instance, a red left Croc and a blue right Croc of the same size, the straps were removed and interchanged with each other to make them into a pair.
Somehow staring at the "lone rangers", I thought of an analogy. Those shoes are just like humans. Some were in a pair, some the pair was lost and we had to keep searching for it. Some the more you search, the more you could not find it, but all of a sudden, the other half appeared in front of our eyes. Some remains alone to the end. Some need some help in mixing and matching before they become a pair. Some does not have the perfect pair, but got paired with one that is almost similar in all respect. Does this just not reflect human relationships exactly?
The whole thing ended around four in the afternoon. By the time we finished, there were about twenty boxes of shoes packed, and more boxes of trash to be thrown away. It was tiring, but fruitful!
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