One of my surrogate grandchildren from next door won a prize at her school for attaining a perfect 4.0 GPA. When I heard about this from her grandparents, as they were climbing into the car to attend the ceremony, I sprinted into the house and retrieved a couple of two dollar bills that I had found in the back of one of the dressers in my dad's bedroom.
"Tell her 4 bucks for a perfect 4," I said, handing them over.
A few days later there was a knock on the door. It was my granddaughter and her impossibly cute little sister.
"Thank you for the 4 dollars," she said. "And I'm sorry about your father."
"Yeah, I'm sorry about your father, too," the little one chimed in.
I knew this would happen. And it isn't why I gave her the money - that impulse came from a good place inside me. She may have come up with the visit on her own and she may have gotten a little nudge and reminder from her no-bullshit grandparents. It doesn't matter a whit to me which is which - the deal is she did it.
A few days later I got an email from a relative who was volunteering for a charitable cause. I never hear from this very good child unless money is involved. There is never a personal note attached, either - I'm just included in a string of names on a mini-mass emailing. I gave $50. It's a charity that I approve of and I'm happy this kid is volunteering. When I clicked on "Donate" it showed me that she had raised the grand total of $75 from everyone else. Maybe it was early in the process and the money was starting to flow in. Maybe. I have not heard a word of thanks from her yet. And this isn't why I gave her the money, either.
Need I say that one of these families doesn't have any extra money and one does? Care to guess which is which?
Monday, May 23, 2016
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