Written by Patty Servidio, firstname.lastname@example.org Thursday, 22 May 2014 00:00
“I’m going shopping in Kara’s closet today!”
My daughter informed me, early last week, that she was going over to her friend’s house to borrow a few “things”. I’d assumed that she meant an article of clothing, such as a sweater or a pair of shorts.
I wasn’t expecting her to walk in the door with a Hefty bag.
Suffice it to say that my daughter enjoys shopping. It’s a favorite pastime that we have shared on occasion. And one of the most favorite parts of the shopping experience was scouring the clearance racks. It was a bit of a game that we played, she and I — the one who saved the most money at the end of the outing was the clear winner. Because she loves the appearance of being well-dressed, I would always find bags from Urban Outfitters, Gap, American Eagle, or Forever21 scattered upon her bedroom floor once she started working. Once retail stores became too mainstream (and expensive), she began shopping in thrift stores, and would come home to share her bargains with me, eyes alight from her latest “finds”. It would appear that I’ve taught her to shop well.
I’m grateful that she’s saving money, especially because she’s a college student sans employment, at the present. I’m even happier that she’s learned to shop at thrift stores, especially those that donate portions of their proceeds to local charities. It means that the lessons I’d instilled in her, during her childhood, have sunken in: stretch your dollars, so you’ll have enough for a rainy day; always give to those less fortunate.
We recently donated 12 (yes, folks, I did say 12) bags of clothing to BBBSLI. My daughter just cleared out three more Hefty bags of clothing from other areas in the house, and gave her friend Kara another full shopping bag, filled with beautiful clothing that still retained its shape. As I watched her, clearing out to make room for the “new” (in this case, gently used by Kara), I was infused with a sense of pride; she was talking about helping those less fortunate with all that she was giving away. That same light was present in her eyes as she spoke; I imagined that she might have been envisioning one less fortunate, enjoying all that she no longer wore.
Donating makes the heart smile. I’ve been donating my time, my energy, my efforts, for others for the greater part of my adult life. I’m learning the places of the greatest need, and I’m offering my services and belongings where it is needed most. I might not have much, but I’ve learned that the greatest way to feel good inside is to help another in need. When the money is tight and I’m not able to give financially, I clear out a closet and donate a bag of no longer used clothing. If there is no clothing to offer, I volunteer my services in order to continue the spirit of giving.
We’ve been blessed, over the years, with the ability to have a few extra dollars to pursue the pastime of shopping on occasion, and we’re grateful for what we have, which is why we choose to give back. Giving can come in all forms — you don’t have to just ship off a check to PETA or Habitat for Humanity. You can read a story to a small child. Serve meals at a local soup kitchen. Just do something — because the spirit of giving is alive and well, and must be nourished by all in order to thrive.
Saturday, 29 November 2014 00:00
Twenty-one years ago, brothers Solomon (“Sal”) and Albert (“Al”) Basanelov of eastern Uzbekistan joined some four dozen relatives from their small city of Fergana and traveled more than 9,000 miles west to America, where they sought escape from the tightly controlled and repressive regime that marked the former Soviet state.
In 1993, the brothers established themselves in Rego Park in Queens and began seeking out careers where they could live what they saw as the American dream—ownership of their own business and the freedom to pursue their own lives and fortunes. After working for a short while caring for patients in a Queens nursing home and motivated by two cousins, Al and Sal went to a New York City barber college and after finishing the course, worked as employees for their cousins who owned barber shops in Franklin Square. Eventually, they decided to open their own shop—Al and Sal’s Barber Shop—in a small shopping strip on Stewart Avenue in Hicksville.
Friday, 28 November 2014 00:00
Hicksville’s interim School Superintendent Dr. Carl Bonuso gave a review of the district’s recently completed capital projects and facilities updates at Nov. 19’s board of education meeting. Most of the projects were completed over the summer in each of the district’s schools.
“Thanks to Director of Facilities and Operations, Dave Bell and his staff, we are structurally sound,” said Bonuso. “So much of what we do is in-house which saves the district money and our staff makes the facilities as special as the students they serve.”
Friday, 28 November 2014 00:00
For the past 11 months, Hicksville’s Marlo Signoracci has been training for IRONMAN, one of the most physically challenging athletic events out there. The triathlon includes a swim, bike and run portion. Signoracci recently traveled down to Florida to compete in IRONMAN Florida. Here’s a look at her experience.
Nov. 1, 2014 will be a day in my life I will never forget and will carry with me forever. It truly was the celebration of the last 11 months of training.
Thursday, 27 November 2014 00:00
The fall athletic season seemed to move quickly, but all teams had outstanding seasons with all teams reaching the playoffs except for two who had their best season in many years.
In addition to athletic acheivements, all of the varsity programs at Hicksville High School also participated in raising more than $4,000 for several charities this past fall: pediatric cancer, breast cancer awareness and cystic fibrosis.