I'm a lover of words, coffee and tequila. Lucky to be living my happily ever after as a wife and mom to two sweet kiddos and one crazy dog.


I try not to irrationally, emotionally vomit too much on this blog. I try and keep off my soap box and stick to bragging about how awesome my kid is ( which is not totally obnoxious or anything) and try to make people smile.

But sometimes I just can't seem to keep my big mouth shut.

Earlier this week, I stopped at a gas station on my way to work to buy a can of soup for lunch. (procrastinating food shopping seemed like such an excellent idea on Sunday afternoon...Monday morning? Not so much) While making the difficult early morning choice between Tomato and Hearty Vegetable, I overheard the cashier asking a gentleman if he would like to donate a dollar to support cystic fibrosis research. His reply? "Jesus! I wish you people would stop asking. I don't donate any money to this bullshit because none of my kids have any problems."

Listen. I know this time of year is one of penny pinching and paycheck stretching.
I also happen to possess the fatal flaw of always giving people the benefit of the doubt (which tends to leave me extremely disappointed roughly 75% of the time) so my initial thought/hope was that this guy simply didn't have an extra dollar to spare and that his oh so tasteful response was simply his masculine bravado speaking. And, in the interest of full disclosure, I am also a giant sucker. Nine times out of ten, you ask me to donate a dollar
to a cause I'm even remotely familiar with? I'm going to do it. Tagging little league sports player are THE worst. I get this insane guilt if I don't give them a dollar when I go in the store
as well as when I exit it. Like maybe they won't remember the dollar I just donated but they will remember me as the grouchy lady who didn't give them a measly buck.

But honestly? Your kids don't have any problems? Even MORE reason to donate to causes for
families who are less fortunate than you. Pay it forward, keep you karmic balance in the positive, all that jazz.

And a little sensitivity wouldn't be out of place, even for a big macho man like yourself.
That cashier who politely asked you to consider a donation? Maybe she lost a sibling to CF. And guess what? MY kid DOES have a "problem". She's perfectly healthy now, but the future of
her health is reliant upon the generosity of other people, donating money towards research for better treatment and hopefully, a cure for the backwards gene that she had no control over inheriting. And I happen to personally know an absolutely amazing family whose life is
affected by CF every single day. And instead of lying down in the face of this ominous diagnosis, they started fighting. And their incredible little boy is surrounded by positivity and love and they have single handedly raised an unbelievable amount of money for CF research.

So if you don't have the cash? Politely decline. You never know who is listening. When you find yourself face to face with seemingly unsurmountable odds, as we all do at some (or many)
points in our lives- it's those random, subtle acts of kindness and generosity of spirits,that mean the most.

Trust me, I know.

When I got up to the counter to pay for my tomato soup, I quietly offered to donate $2.

One for my karma and one for his.

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