Heeeeeere I Come To Save The Day! (or something)

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.

Oh man.

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.


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Heeeeeere I Come To Save The Day! (or something) — 7 Comments

  1. As human beings we all share a need for contribution. We need to feel like we made a difference somehow. I applaud you for reaching out beyond your own needs. It’s a selfless act. If someone gives you flack about it, then maybe there will be a lesson in this for them. If not, then that is not your problem. You’re on your path and they’re on theirs. We all figure it out eventually. Love you always, Miss B.

  2. I did the same thing earlier in the week. I was reading an opinion piece on investing in girls before they are married off as child brides, and I went to two websites that are doing that and pledged $7.50/month to each, because I can spare it and that tiny amount actually makes a huge difference to them.

    And you know what? I feel really, really good about it.

  3. i haven’t seen the alyssa milano commercial, thank god, because i am already sponsoring two children in god-only-knows-wheresville. for exactly the reasons you said. i have a house with a roof and a toilet that flushes and water that doesn’t have visible amoebas in it, and so you know what? i don’t really NEED those extra oreos anyway.

    good on you, miss b. good on you.

  4. Who am I to judge? I just upped my ASPCA donation because there’s a cat in one if their commercials that looks like my Winnie (which is why I donate in the first place, goddammit).
    I’d do Unicef, too but…well. Money.

    I ain’t yelling. Give where you can.

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