Client Stories

Marvin “Happy” Robbins


Every staff member and Friday volunteer knows about one of our very special Friday clients, “the Veteran.”  Except for a few lucky ones, however, they do not have the opportunity to meet or chat with him when he comes to pick up his groceries.   Because he is handicapped, his food is delivered directly to his car each week.  Marvin “Happy” Robbins is 75 years old and is a U.S. Army veteran.

Happy’s (he prefers this to his given name) very interesting life story begins on a Sharpsburg, North Carolina farm, where he grew up and as an outstanding pitcher at Elm City High School, was scouted.  Happy was signed by the New York Yankees and played for the Yankee farm team (called “semi-pro” at the time) for one season, prior to enlisting and serving in the U.S. Army for two years, 1954 and ‘55.  He served for 18 months in the Korean Conflict. 

By the time Happy returned home and was honorably discharged from the service, he tried again to play baseball, but after two years away from the game “couldn’t throw hard enough anymore.”   A good friend, Chuck Hinton, facilitated a job interview which led to a 20 year job with the District of Columbia Parks and Rec Department, while concurrently officiating Boys Club and high school baseball, basketball and football games, for thirty years.  His involvement with recreation, sports and kids meant a long and satisfying career for Happy.

At age 50, he developed diabetes, and in 2001 underwent heart by-pass surgery which resulted in a blood clot in his leg and subsequently an amputation.  Happy, true to his name, has a positive and somewhat irreverent attitude about his disability, remarking – “There are plenty of people who are dead with two legs and I’m still going strong with one.”

Happy lives in the Dominion Plaza Apartments, and learned about AFAC from a neighbor.  He went through the Arlington County DHS required process to obtain a referral to AFAC.  He lives on his social security and veteran’s benefits.  The food AFAC provides to him is critical; it gets him through the week until the next pick up, saving him from the extra cost and effort of a trip to the grocery store.  He especially is grateful for the fresh chicken, milk and eggs.  We are grateful for Marvin “Happy” Robbins – a man who served his country and a generation of DC children well.  
(April 2011)

 

A Long-Term Client Depends on AFAC

Watching the procession of men and women, many with their children, lining up to come through AFAC, always makes me wonder what their stories might be. Occasionally I give them a hug as I help them decide what veggies and fruits to take home. I hope a bit of conversation, laughing and looking them in the eye gives them hope that I and others truly care about them as individuals. This interaction is always one of my joys at AFAC! Recently I was pleased to have the opportunity to spend some time with a client, Leslie (not her real name).

Leslie comes in weekly and is escorted through the back of the warehouse by a staff member or volunteer, unlike the other clients who come through the front door. I always wondered what her story might be. She is a very sweet woman in her early 60s who shared matter-of-factly that she has lived with mental illness since college and has been retired from government for 23 years.

She told me being around crowds in public places causes so much anxiety that she would not be able to come if not for the individual attention she receives to help her maneuver the lines to pick up her food. She said she lives on a mere $850 per month, and put her fingers up in the air to indicate the long list of medications she is taking.

I asked her how she got to AFAC each week, which is an amazing part of her story. For the past eight years, Leslie’s friend since their computer lab days in college, has picked her up every week and brought her to AFAC. For eight years!

As we finished our visit, she stood up and took the initiative to shake my hand and asked my name again. She shared that she was unable to lean over to pick up her two large bags of food due to a pinched nerve in her back. As we walked to the car, she introduced me to her good friend. We exchanged smiles, and I told her I looked forward to seeing her again next week.

(Written by AFAC Volunteer Ronda Adgate; Spring 2010)

 

 

        

My name is Kent Davis, and I’m an AFAC client.  You may wonder how I came to be in this position.  I think about that myself, every day. 

I have had a full life—a happy and secure childhood and as an adult, a member of the United States Army and a restaurateur.  But the bulk of my professional experience has been as a designer and outfitter of commercial spaces.  During my career in Washington, DC, I designed over 5 million square feet of offices!

An ill-advised partnership resulted in the loss of the last restaurant I designed and owned and since that time, I have had my own small business as an independent designer.  My last project, and certainly the most challenging and memorable, was the design of Wedge One of the Pentagon.   I finished and handed the keys over to the staff of that space in the Pentagon on…….that sad and tragic day……September 11, 2001.  A month later I was the first civilian to enter the ruined offices to see what could be salvaged. 

I have not worked steadily since the Pentagon project.  I fear the technology utilized in my field now has passed me by.  I am the living proof that anyone—no matter how educated or successful, can be just a paycheck away from being in a very tough financial situation.  A paycheck away from being an AFAC client. 

Did I have savings?  Yes.  Did I have investments? Yes.  But if you live long enough, as I am blessed to, they may not last as long as you need them. 

I go to AFAC each week, I receive the food I need and depend on, to get me to my next visit.  The wonderful staff and volunteers at AFAC make me feel comfortable about accepting food.

I never, ever thought this would be my story.  I hope it is never yours. 

Thank you for ... supporting AFAC. 

(September 2010)

 

Lada Mnatsakanova - single mother.

Hear more about Lada's story in this video (minute 4:55).
(July 2008)