I literally just got out of bed to do this blog. I am trying to cycle back to normal operating hours since I just got a six-week contract gig. It’s mentally challenging (aka something I haven’t faced in ten years) and I dig it. But anyway…
I received an email from my brother tonight soliciting donations for my niece’s walk-a-thon at her school. I get it. I did Jump Rope for Heart. I sold candy bars for my soccer team year after year. Fundraising makes things happen for schools and teams and kids.
But this school is in the heart of one of the richest areas in Washington State. In one of the richest neighborhoods. With very successful and well-to-do parents that can probably fund most of the developing world. One time my niece told me her friend lives in a five-story house. I don’t even have friends that live in five-story apartment buildings.
So I was reading through this e-mail, with the “sure, okay, yeah, maybe I can throw her a few bucks even though I’M UNEMPLOYED” thought in my head until I got to this: