The Day I Tried to Lift a Truck

I was on a walk home with my friends when I saw the rollover happen. It was in the empty parking lot of the high school I had just started at. The drivers of the pickup had been running donuts so tight that the truck flipped. And that is when I kicked into gear.

Hurling my 85lb 14 year old self as fast as I could towards the truck, I reached it as one of its occupants, dizzy eyed and struggling to stay upright, fell out through the side window in an attempt to escape. I knew there were 3 more in the cab and so, I did what I thought anyone would do.

Throwing my legs into it, I bent down, grabbed the cab and with all the force of a peanut, attempted to flip that truck right back on its wheels.

It didn’t work. Of course it didn’t. But soon, my other friends arrived and the rest of the boys climbed, unharmed, out of the window and together, all of us flipped the truck back onto its wheels.

I would have to say, that is kind of my life in a nutshell - er, truck shell. I rush in to solve the problem, realize it is going to take more than just me, and then, with the help of many others, am able to accomplish what I had set out to do.

Operation Honeybee is no different.

Born the evening of July 4, 2025. My emotions were high and my spirits low as I scrolled through unbelievable scenes of inhumanity. Just like that small freshman girl, I rushed with all I had, straight into a problem that needs to be fixed.

Only now, I know better than to lift alone. Operation Honeybee will carefully move forward, each hive-member lifting with their legs, until we have done our part to right a great wrong.

Every honeybee can only give a tiny bit to the hive. One twelfth of a teaspoon. That is all. And, very much like my scrawny teenaged body, one honeybee just isn’t enough.

But.

If you take an entire hive of honeybees, collectively they bring in over a hundred pounds of honey. And, just like the drivers of that pickup and my friends, they can only do it together.

Operation Honeybee was never created for one person to carry. It was meant to be a movement of many people, lifting where they can.