Donating my stuff

Last Monday night there was an event in our church, where my confirmation class and another class had to donate some of our clothes, jackets, games, accessories that we don't use anymore to a foster home for abused foster kids (teens). My mom cleaned out my closet and gathered a whole trash bag of my old clothes. My dad went through my video games and we filled a whole box of all my old games, playstation 3 and other gaming stuff. When my dad and I got there, he thought he had to carry both the box and the trash bag but he attached it to my chair so that I could carry it in. When we got in there, both classes started separating all the clothes into piles of boys and girls. I couldn't really separate clothes so I wrote a note of encouragement to one of the teens to send with the donations. Some of the teens in my class and Mike (one of the teacher's) said it was really cool that I donated the playstation and all the games. They thought it was very generous, which made me feel good. All and all after I donated, I felt really blessed how much I have and that I could do a little to help someone else who is having a hard time.