Ok, this is how it started. We recieved an envelope in the mail, requesting donation for Childrens Cancer Fund. I read the literature, just as I have before, but now something is different. Now the Mommy in me, empathizes with not only the kids but the parents also. Oh, what a horrible thing to go through! But when I look at the form for donations, I notice that there is a picture of a bald little boy, that looks a lot like our son. So, of course, I decide to donate.
Now Jorma donates to about anything. He can not resist girlscout cookies, kids selling magazines, candy, raffle tickets or popcorn tins. We have had some of each. Me, I've always felt like, I give to charity because, well... I pay taxes. I make donations to charity on occasion, but am not afraid to smile, and nod politely and continue on my way as a doe-eyed girl scout tries to sell me cookies on the way out of the grocery store. And I have an immunity to all sales pitches. It's a honed skill from years of being broke.
So. We donate. And then, they sent us labels! How sweet!
And then so did St. Judes.
And every other organization in the country involved with sick children. And. We donated, to a couple. And then the outpouring began.
We now have greeting cards, labels and pins from different charities hoping into guilting us into a donation, after all, they went to the time and trouble to send us address labels. It's gotten crazy, almost every day we receive a letter from some organization begging for funds. Even the disabled vets. That one is hard to say no to. It's not enough that the goverment sends them off to war, they get hurt and some can never work again, and have to live on some half ass pension.
I felt kinda guilty at first, using some of the greeting cards and not donating to the charity. But we have SO many. And hell. I'm still paying taxes.
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