I put $2 in the basket at my meetings unless I'm in a bad mood - then I put in $1. I'm showing somebody, I'm just not sure who. The thing is I should be throwing in a twenty once a week. Have you looked at the prices of alcohol lately? Holy shit, a pack of smokes and a 12 pack is some serious money.
Our neighbors have a grandson who is about 6. This kid worships the ground I walk on, for some reason - probably because we're about the same age emotionally. His dad told me a story about the two of them running into a homeless guy outside a baseball stadium, and the boy asked if it would be OK to toss the homeless guy a couple of bucks - a couple of his own personal dollars. Talk about an inspiration for me. Talk about shaming my cheap ass. Two dollars is a lot of money when you're 6.
People, places, things, money, all of this stuff grows in power when I let it take on an out-sized place in my life. God, I LOVE this stuff, too. I can't get enough of it even though it rarely makes me happy.
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