Saturday, July 24, 2010


Earlier this week I had a very bad day. The kind of day that leaves you wanting to crawl in a hole and hide from life for a while.

That day, the kids brought the mail in to me. To my surprise we had a $400 refund check from a medical overpayment. Maybe this would have brightened my day under normal circumstances, but I could have really cared less. Money couldn't solve the issues that were weighing so heavily on me that day. I put the check to the side and went back to my work.

About 1/2 an hour later I got up and realized there was a small envelope that had fallen off my chair arm and down into the side of the chair where I was sitting. The return address was from of the families I've assisted in the past. Actually, it was from the family of the two kids I escorted home about a year ago. I opened the envelope to find a little handwritten note by "B." His words weren't anything earth-shattering--ust a little note saying he liked seeing me and Mabel (Kendi) again during the gathering a few weeks ago, and he hoped we were having fun at our house.

$400 check in the mail? Eh. A short note from one of the kids I've been privileged to meet because of my work in Ghana? Priceless. That note planted a smile (and some happy tears) that no amount of money could have brought to me that day.

Thank you "B."