Cancer and coffee; things that have been cycling through my head since the other weekend.
Me and hottie took our kids to the park last Sunday. We wanted coffee so we went the long way, passing a family holding neon poster board signs.
“Bake sale for cancer”
I asked hottie and the kids if we should flip around and see what sweets they had. “Yes!” from everyone, duh. If you know me, I don’t really eat sweets. However, had a vibe to go.
We pulled up and I hopped out as the circus stayed in the car. I asked the lady selling the cookies “what’s the story?” Nearly crying, she started talking of her son with cancer, “and these are my granddaughters” that were selling the cookies with her.
By then, the Burton offspring snuck out of the clown car. While still listening to the woman, I told my kids to figure out what cookies they wanted as she prepared a sandwich bag to put what the chosen cookies into it.
Then I asked her “how much for all?”
I got a confused “What?!” back.
This family was selling cookies to raise money for cancer treatment for someone they love; this woman’s son, her grandkids’ father. Asked if she had Venmo. Bought all the cookies + a few hundred bucks so they could be together at home.
Helping people that are trying (keyword: TRYING!)… this seems to be my calling lately.
“A rich man who is not generous will be merely a miserly beggar, for the possessor of wealth is not made happy by possessing it but by spending it, and not by spending it as he pleases but by knowing how to spend it well.” ― Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra, Don Quixote
Social media needs less “influencers” and more inspirers.
How rad was the gas station sign that day?