Last Tuesday, I rolled out of bed, brushed my teeth, washed my face, found a pair of shorts and a t-shirt to wear, grabbed a NutriGran bar, opened my front door and walked out.
Sounds like an ordinary morning for most of us, right? It is except I skipped one step.
I left my shoes at home.
It was TOMS ONE DAY WITHOUT SHOES DAY, and I'm so proud to say I did it! I walked from West Campus, to Welch, Painter, the Union, Gregory, and finally back to my apartment. While I was sad to see only one other person supporting the cause on campus, I knew there were millions across the world who rolled up their pants and were walking barefoot with me.
While I wish I had time to discuss all the questions and reactions I experienced that day, I do have time to discuss some of the highs and lows. I decided to break down my day's events into the good, the bad, and the ugly. I'll start with the ugly, so we at least end on a good note.
The Ugly:
It was right after I had been walking all day and I finally went to Gregory because my friend said she may have left her bag in the locker room. I didn't have the intention to work out that day, but was simply just going to walk in and out and bring the bag home with me. As I approached the desk where they swipe the students in, the young man sitting there asked where my shoes were. I wasn't surprised, because I understood to use the gym facilities, proper shoes were required, and I didn't meet the requirement. However, I also knew that I was not going to work out that day and that I had a valid reason for being barefoot. I began explaining to the young man about the cause and this movement that TOMS launched.
In retrospect, I probably was getting too excited for him, but he stopped me mid-sentence and told me blatantly that he didn't have time to hear another person's "wish to save the world," and that I "was not permitted to enter Gregory gym without proper foot attire." It was rude, yes, but to just to give people the benefit the doubt, I assumed he was tired and had a long day, so I didn't say much to him. I did, however, explain that I was not here to use the gym equipment and to simply just pick a bag up that my friend had left.
His response: "I'm sorry but I really can't allow your hobo-feet to walk inside the gym. These floors are expensive."
I stopped giving him the benefit of the doubt right about then. I went back to the gym just yesterday about the same time, and asked about where the young gentleman was. They told me he was no longer working there. I love karma.
The Bad:
While I say that this next story is the "Bad," it was also one of the most eye-opening experiences of my day. It was right after I left my apartment in the morning to walk towards campus. I waited outside the elevator and when it finally opened, there were "party remnants" left on the elevator floor from the past weekend. I really didn't to step into unknown liquid covering the elevator floor barefoot. I then walked towards the apartment stairs...and same story.
I thought to myself, "It's Tuesday! It's usually cleaned right after the weekend passes. How am I supposed to walk to class with like beer or vomit or whatever it was on the floor."
It was gross, but I knew I wasn't going to back into my apartment and get shoes on. I realized that this was a problem that children and adults who are forced to live barefoot must deal with everyday. They don't have janitors to clean where they live and neither do they have the option to go home and get a pair of shoes if they need it. They just have to keep going, and so did I.
I chose the stairs and walked down them and while I could feel the stickiness under my feet, I also knew I was supporting one of the most eye-opening causes.
The Good:
To say this story was good is not doing it justice. It was probably one of the best moments I've had in a while, and it began when I walked in Tuesday evening to dance practice at the Union. While most of the girls started slipping on their jazz shoes to begin practice, my captain asked me why I wasn't putting on my shoes.
"We have a show tomorrow night, Rashi! Please don't waste time!"
I explained to her the reason of why I wasn't wearing shoes today and what the movement meant. I didn't really expect her to understand, because we had a big show the next night. In fact, after explaining it to her, she seemed kind of apathetic to it all, and just told me to continue practice. Nothing big. No drama. No reaction. It was nothing.
The next day, on Wednesday, I reached the auditorium for our show, all ready, and this time even with my jazz shoes. However, when I got there, I saw something that I will never forget.
My entire dance team was barefoot.
My captain told me she was so moved by the movement, and while they couldn't participate on the actual day, they could at least participate in this way. We went on stage that night, performed the best we ever have....all barefoot.
Here are some pictures of the performance that night! Notice the bare feet!
TOMS is not only changing lives of the impoverished but it's changing my life everyday. I can't wait to see what happens next year on TOMS One Day Without Shoes Day!
Sounds like an ordinary morning for most of us, right? It is except I skipped one step.
I left my shoes at home.
It was TOMS ONE DAY WITHOUT SHOES DAY, and I'm so proud to say I did it! I walked from West Campus, to Welch, Painter, the Union, Gregory, and finally back to my apartment. While I was sad to see only one other person supporting the cause on campus, I knew there were millions across the world who rolled up their pants and were walking barefoot with me.
While I wish I had time to discuss all the questions and reactions I experienced that day, I do have time to discuss some of the highs and lows. I decided to break down my day's events into the good, the bad, and the ugly. I'll start with the ugly, so we at least end on a good note.
The Ugly:
It was right after I had been walking all day and I finally went to Gregory because my friend said she may have left her bag in the locker room. I didn't have the intention to work out that day, but was simply just going to walk in and out and bring the bag home with me. As I approached the desk where they swipe the students in, the young man sitting there asked where my shoes were. I wasn't surprised, because I understood to use the gym facilities, proper shoes were required, and I didn't meet the requirement. However, I also knew that I was not going to work out that day and that I had a valid reason for being barefoot. I began explaining to the young man about the cause and this movement that TOMS launched.
In retrospect, I probably was getting too excited for him, but he stopped me mid-sentence and told me blatantly that he didn't have time to hear another person's "wish to save the world," and that I "was not permitted to enter Gregory gym without proper foot attire." It was rude, yes, but to just to give people the benefit the doubt, I assumed he was tired and had a long day, so I didn't say much to him. I did, however, explain that I was not here to use the gym equipment and to simply just pick a bag up that my friend had left.
His response: "I'm sorry but I really can't allow your hobo-feet to walk inside the gym. These floors are expensive."
I stopped giving him the benefit of the doubt right about then. I went back to the gym just yesterday about the same time, and asked about where the young gentleman was. They told me he was no longer working there. I love karma.
The Bad:
While I say that this next story is the "Bad," it was also one of the most eye-opening experiences of my day. It was right after I left my apartment in the morning to walk towards campus. I waited outside the elevator and when it finally opened, there were "party remnants" left on the elevator floor from the past weekend. I really didn't to step into unknown liquid covering the elevator floor barefoot. I then walked towards the apartment stairs...and same story.
I thought to myself, "It's Tuesday! It's usually cleaned right after the weekend passes. How am I supposed to walk to class with like beer or vomit or whatever it was on the floor."
It was gross, but I knew I wasn't going to back into my apartment and get shoes on. I realized that this was a problem that children and adults who are forced to live barefoot must deal with everyday. They don't have janitors to clean where they live and neither do they have the option to go home and get a pair of shoes if they need it. They just have to keep going, and so did I.
I chose the stairs and walked down them and while I could feel the stickiness under my feet, I also knew I was supporting one of the most eye-opening causes.
The Good:
To say this story was good is not doing it justice. It was probably one of the best moments I've had in a while, and it began when I walked in Tuesday evening to dance practice at the Union. While most of the girls started slipping on their jazz shoes to begin practice, my captain asked me why I wasn't putting on my shoes.
"We have a show tomorrow night, Rashi! Please don't waste time!"
I explained to her the reason of why I wasn't wearing shoes today and what the movement meant. I didn't really expect her to understand, because we had a big show the next night. In fact, after explaining it to her, she seemed kind of apathetic to it all, and just told me to continue practice. Nothing big. No drama. No reaction. It was nothing.
The next day, on Wednesday, I reached the auditorium for our show, all ready, and this time even with my jazz shoes. However, when I got there, I saw something that I will never forget.
My entire dance team was barefoot.
My captain told me she was so moved by the movement, and while they couldn't participate on the actual day, they could at least participate in this way. We went on stage that night, performed the best we ever have....all barefoot.
Here are some pictures of the performance that night! Notice the bare feet!
TOMS is not only changing lives of the impoverished but it's changing my life everyday. I can't wait to see what happens next year on TOMS One Day Without Shoes Day!