Are you one of those people who are in control of your thoughts and actions most of the time? Yeah, me too.
But yesterday, when I was home, minding my own business, doing my own thang, a man knocked on my door and before I could stop myself, not only did I answer the door, but I let him in to my house.
I don’t normally let the unknown walk through the doors, matter of fact, they are normally met by a disturbed me with my 9 mm in hand. I never have to say much. Strangely, they leave pretty fast all on their own.
Must have been something wrong with me yesterday. No other reason for me to allow him in.
He didn’t waste any time with his business once inside. He looked a bit tired, and his shirt was soaked from the 117° heat index we were experiencing. That did not, I’ll have you know, factor in to my niceness.
He was some volunteer, do-gooder, asking for money to buy bandages, medicines, fuel for the boats and Chinese lanterns. At least I think he asked for the last one.
“We ask for $50, he said. “But any amount you can donate would help. You can even date your check for whatever day works with your pay schedule. Did I tell you it’s tax deductible?”
Hmmmm thinks I. My father used to be a volunteer something or other. One time he was a volunteer shovel holder. That was the official title. The job was less dignified. The actual position was holding the shovel under the elephant’s hind end, in a parade, to keep elephant deposits off the street. I have a fondness for volunteer something or others.
“Let me see what I can do for you,” I said as I moved toward my purse.
Before I could stop my kindness I wrote a check to the volunteer something or other for $50, handed it to him and got my receipt along with a certificate for a free family portrait that will end up costing me more than the check, the kindness, and the value of his volunteer hours for the next 17 years.
I filed the receipt. I recycled the certificate.
I went back to my very own business.
This morning I thought about my act of kindness and wondered what had come over me. I then remembered his words, “you can date the check for whatever works with your pay schedule.”
I dated the check for March 31, 2054. I think my pay schedule can handle it by then. I also plan on celebrating and committing some random act of kindness on my 100th birthday.
From the life and mind of:
Wanda M. Argersinger
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