JUST NOW, as I start writing this, I realize the coincidence of today, Martin Luther King, Jr.’s birthday. It’s not how I plotted out the beginning of this blog post — it was intended to be more interesting than these first two sentences. However, the subject is the same: a memory from my first day of the Montessori school I attended for a short while until I was old enough for kindergarten. I’ll get to the “real” thing I wanted to write about after I address this.
One of the schoolteachers, Karen, whom I remember wearing a red t-shirt, jeans, and having straggly hair past her shoulders, little-to-no makeup — I recognize it now as “earthy” or “hippie-like” — sat in a circle with us, “Indian-style” (quoting what the teacher called it back then), and led us into a chant while we slapped our hands on our knees every first and third beat:
Martin Luther King was a merry old soul,
And a merry old soul was he.
He was a preacher and a teacher and a man of God,
And he loved you and me.
If this singalong scene indeed occurred in tandem with my Montessori debut, it had happened later that afternoon.
What I really want to talk about is that morning. How my day started.
After 12 long years — comprising the majority of my adult life — my boy Levin is gone! After agonizing contemplation, I decided to have him put down yesterday. I have lost my two best friends within 11 months, so now I really don’t know what to do with myself. For now, here’s a post from 2008:
Levin knew he was coming home with me before I knew.
A vaguely familiar number rang my cell phone one recent Thursday afternoon.
Normally, I let a call go to voicemail when a strange number appears. Most of the time, it’s vendors trying to sell me payroll services and other business solutions. My number landed on some call list or another when I opened my business to work the now-defunct Atlanta Nosh food festival.
I’m super busy at work and can’t be bothered with outside calls (I think I regret giving my mother my desk number), yet I felt compelled to answer in this instance.
Who is this? I know this number…!
I answered. And then my day turned a little upside-down.
People have forgotten the definition of fundraising — specifically online fundraising– and how it’s designed to work.
Fundraising is for people and institutions in NEED. For people who DON’T HAVE MUCH or are WITHOUT. For people who DON’T HAVE OPTIONS. For a REAL CAUSE.
Or fundraising is a vehicle to DO SOMETHING NICE for SOMEONE ELSE, wherein the organizer is not a beneficiary.
Let me help you with that.