Monday, January 12, 2009

Count your blessings

As I folded some laundry in my room today while I watched Sex and the City, a familiar commercial came on.

My mind races back to last week.

They focus on a crying or worse a sad, quiet child, kinda like the one they want you to sponsor for a dollar a day, suffering from malnutrition or AIDS or leprosy somewhere in the recesses of Africa or India or Indonesia.

I made up my mind to sponsor one of these kids. Case in point was turned down with the argument that we do enough for charity already and right now, we really don't have the money to sponsor a kid.

"Maybe later..."
I sighed and left the room.


The commercial is still on.
I'm consumed with guilt.

I avert my eyes. And continue folding the laundry.

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