The news shows the good and bad, and yes, even the ugly during the holiday season, so some of us have emotions that run the gambit from glee to tears...
Harsh but with some of us oh so true...
Knowing that even if you give just a little locally or nationally or perhaps internationally the world's deaths won't change one iota... so you freeze with that thought. What happened to "make love not war!" Hate is why we have wars...! Get rid of it!
What good will it do, if I send a gift to a sick child in the USA, will it cure their disease... joy is flighty, or give one to an elderly person here amongst all the wealth, PS those lonely elderly in all those nursing homes pay 8K a month to be there, so in my mind, they can afford to buy whatever they want or need... i.e. on average here in Florida... unless state-run! Lonely yes, spend time with them then, time well spent, zero out of pocket. May I suggest playing board or card games with that child, or reading them a book, if possible, caring memories are made! Joy for both of you!
So many scenarios to make some things not have reality bite!
But then there is me and Hubby, he is still a cancer patient although over the moon with his remission he is not totally cured... his daily hormone medication is forever.
And with Multiple sclerosis I need him to transport me anywhere, everywhere.
Thankfully in September, we did have our annual flu shot, and COVID booster, and this year the RSV inoculation! So we have been going mask-free.
Theoretically, we could wander around our community and see where we oldsters could help out, somehow in some way...
Or that too could go the way in the aftermath of Hurricane Andrew in 1992 in Homestead, Florida, when we realized we were standing in line with other volunteers to put a scoop of food into a disposable sectioned container to give to a person who needed that food!
That is when we realized the veterinarian to whom we had also delivered a ton of dog food via the Greyhound Pet Society had donated... they needed help desperately, and that is how we ended up doing triage for sick and injured pets/animals!
So rewarding... too!
All that I am saying sometimes it can take a while to find your niche for being helpful...!
After I thought about the so-called, non-monetary help that I had given over the years I remembered that we had given money to the Red Cross, St. Judes, Pancreatic Cancer, other Cancers, breast my mom, and MS before I or my first cousin was diagnosed for my aunt and uncle who had it too...I collected for heart disease, and gave our money too... and strokes, my parents and brother, and gave our money too...
I helped to feed people on holidays at the Methodist Church here, which was quite rewarding for Christmas when Hubby had to work. ( I guess I became a good food scooper after all. LOL)
I bet I am not alone in my memories...! Feel exonerated! Not only did I give time I gave money! I bet when you think back you too will remember all that you have done..., and will continue to do more!
Whoa, I hate being accused of being cheap, although FRUGAL is what rhymes with our last name...(my married)! And that is just fine!
Let me introduce you to the crew...
I am called Aussie because my mom asked a sixteen-year-old girl looking at me in the crate I was in at the adoption site that day what she thought I should be named. Mom asked her age, but not her name... ha! And without hesitation, the teenager had said Aussie! By the way, she was just looking, so my mom did not steal me from her.
We never found out the girl's name; mom liked Aussie too. Since then, we have discovered that it is a ubiquitous name, but it is still just right for me! My parents think that I am uncommon, even say unique! I do like that.
I am an Australian Shepherd, a red Merl. And here is an interesting factoid about me: I was supposed to be a miniature Australian Shepherd, but as you might know, I AM NOT! I am a standard Australian Shepherd! Although I am now six years old, I am the baby, though I am the largest of the fur babies, and due to my breed and being standard, I am just right, ha!
I was three months old when Mommy and Daddy adopted me. I had been taken- out of a hoarder's home in the Carolinas with my litter.
Above is my PIC, taken on the birthday I share with my dad, but dad is much older than me!!! I was the first to be adopted, on February 16, 2018, on Dad's brother's birthday.
I was turned in by my previous family, stating that I was misbehaving with their elderly dog it had been said that I was driving him crazy! I was the second to be adopted on 8/18/18 on clear out the shelters day!
My record called me Belle, so for no known reason, Mom decided I was more of a Bella; beautiful either way!
Hey, wait! Please don't forget me! I am Chance, pictured above, a Bichon Frise! I am nine years old, so they think, and the eldest, and I like getting up early with mom and Aussie. Bella sleeps late with Dad, till after seven most days, even later sometimes!
I enjoy a good tug-a-war on the ropes Dad had twisted for Aussie and me, and sometimes even Bella plays, too! I was the last to be adopted on January 23, 2020.
I had been wandering the neighborhood for days, and then I saw Aussie and Bella in their living room window, so I hung out there...
The animal control lady had been called and came out to see if I had a chip I.D. with her machine, and Dad told her that he wanted to name me Chance. His reason is that if no one claimed me, "I want to give him a second chance!" So that is how I got the name Chance!
The Animal Welfare League checked me out and kept me for sixteen days until I was allowed to be adopted. Good evening.
Easy as Aussie, Bella, and Chance, now you got it! In order of adoption!
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