My father was a chef; he would take ingredients and put them together to create works of art. After his death when I was 16, I realized that knitting was therapeutic to me for the same reason. Just like Dad, I would take almost nothing and turn it into a piece of art that would give comfort to someone. While Dad used his talent to feed others and make them warm, I was lending warmth and smiles in a different way. I have taught informal classes and I am beginning to lead knitting workshops at shelters, to teach disadvantaged people a valuable skill. I have also really enjoyed working with shelters for battered women in Chicago and knitting items they need most, predominantly large sizes of socks. Recently, a coworker has been learning to knit and coming to me daily to ask me for lessons and show me his progress. The grin on his face as he looks at his progress makes me remember how many people my father made smile with his lessons. I’m proud to carry on that trait in my own way.
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