Charity Starts . . . with me.
This one has a personal meaning to me though. Tuesday I had a dream that I ran into a friend I worked with while shopping at a local grocery store. She was skinny, sickly pale and wearing a raggedy bandana on her head. She was telling me she had breast cancer and was undergoing treatment for it. Why I saw her, I'm not sure. My grandmother had breast cancer so needless to say it hit close to home. I called the local cancer treatment center and found out that they serve over 200 people a day, most of them undergoing chemotherapy.
So I'm making Chemo Caps and I'm going to donate them to the cancer center. Something tells me that I'm getting myself involved in an on-going project. And with that came the realization that charity doesn't start at home . . . it starts with me.
Three completed on Wednesday and a lot more to go! |