Thursday, January 28, 2010
My husband and I, as most of you know, are in the construction business. Times are tough, but we've survived. There is a lot to be said for that, and I credit my husband's ability to market our company with our survival.
Lately, though, I've been feeling, well, miserly. Holding our money close and not giving as much to charity. Now I'm a person who has religiously (excuse the pun) given ten percent of everything we make to church, the Salvation Army, Food Bank, UMCOR, over the years. One particularly down year, even though we were living on our savings and much to my husband's chagrin, I continued to give ten percent. But towards the end of last year, I cut back on my donations.
When the earthquake hit Haiti, I knew I had to do something. I didn't really have the cash to give, so I charged a donation to my credit card. I figured even if I had to make a minimum payment over a few months, I should donate.
Since I made that donation, I have received two checks in the mail amounting to FIVE TIMES the amount of the donation. One check I was expecting, but the other was a refigured tax refund from the IRS from 2008, with interest.
Universe, are you trying to tell me something? Because you have my full attention now.