So. I was looking through my finances and realized that not that I have my therapist charging full time, and because I don’t REALLY need Amy’s Vegan Lentil Soup when I can have Campbells, and that I can get flat water instead of fizzy, I have about 20 bucks to play with a month.
So I immediately charged over to the internet to spend that money, dammit.
And then that commercial came on. You know the one. The UNICEF one with all the big-eyed kids with the flies and oh my god I can’t even go on. And when, and I can’t even believe I’m saying this, ALYSSA MILANO told be to give, I said damn right I will.
Fifteen bucks a month. Two packs of cigarettes. Could I do that? You’re goddamn straight I could. So with righteous indignation, I called the 1-800 number and pled my case. I slammed the poor woman answering the phones where the money would go, how MUCH of the money goes REALLY to the charity, could I pick and choose month by month where my money was going (I was especially fervent about HIV drugs and mosquito netting for malaria) and I said GOD DAMN IT, I’M IN. Sure I live on the dole. But let’s be real. I have a home. I have an air conditioner. I have a bed with windows that have screens. I’ll cancel Netflix. I’ll cut down on the smokes. It’s absolutely nothing. A pittance.
A wake up call.
So now I have 15 bucks less to ruin my lungs. What a fucking tragedy.
Is this an Oprah “A-ha” moment? I don’t even know who I am anymore.
But I know there are kids out there who will get food and water and schooling and protection against disease because I tossed out what I’d pay for a fucking salad and soda at my supermarket and not even think of it so they can maybe, please, please, survive.
This isn’t a lecture. I’m not going to, nor do I wish to, argue, fight, snap, lecture, or get high and mighty.
But after 34 years of life, those big brown eyes did me in. Maybe someday they’ll do the same for you. I don’t regret a single thing I did today. And I’ll keep on researching UNICEF and making sure what is meant to be done is done. I’m not playing here.
That’s all. I know I’ll get HUGE flack for this. Two people in CERTAINTY will be yelling at the top of their lungs. You know? I’m 34 years old. I have no religious swayings. This is what I was drawn to do and goddammit, I did it.
And I’ll never regret it for a minute.