The Good, The Bad, and the Unexpected – part 1
Some background, bear with me:
I’m fairly cheap. I don’t personally give that much to charity but mainly because spouse can hardly say no. Especially with regard to the countless church collections. I’m frugal to partly balance her out; and partly because I don’t get choked up from the mailers with pictures of hungry African children. They will go to any graphic length necessary to tap your emotions and your wallet. The thing is – you really can’t stop it. The more spouse donates, the more hungry children show up in our mailbox. It’s a vicious cycle and I’m not home enough to throw away the mailers before she gets them.
First The Bad:
The doorbell rang. I steeled my normally pushover self to brush off a solicitor. It was a boy selling something completely useless. I said no thanks. As he walked away I realized he was only about 7. I then saw he was heading to his dads car parked at the corner. It just kept getting worse – I realized he was in my daughters class, that he was shy and stressed about having to sell stuff; that his dad drove him specifically to someone he knows house figuring we’d be receptive. I felt horrible, I mean really really bad for days. I vowed to buy anything any kid tries to sell at our door for the rest of my life; though I imagined word of my beat-down would spread and my house would be marked as the grinch’s cave never to be approached by youths unless armed with eggs.
A year or so later, the doorbell rang, the solicitor was a male, caucasion, early 20’s, some facial hair but that’s not important right now. He was a veteran back from Afghanistan seeking support to put together care packages to send to the troops. Who doesn’t support the troops? Who could say no to a veteran trying to muster some support for the guys back in the foxholes battling it out. It was a well thought out pitch that was aimed at the gut and extremely difficult to turn down. I felt my stomach tighten as I stood firm and said ‘not today thanks’. The pitch was so hard to turn down I think it was conjured. I doubted a couple guys in their 20’s were going to spend their weekends doing this because their buddies on the battlefield don’t have enough shaving cream and chewing gum. I didn’t buy it, and I felt good about sending them packing.
Next: The Unexpected