Today, after getting lost several times because I always
glance briefly at a map and declare to myself that in that one fast second I
know exactly where I’m going – I don’t -
I eventually found myself at the St Vinnies (St Vincent DePaul) depot where
I dropped off stuff for charity – aka garage sales stuff from last Saturday.
Once there I chatted to a nice bloke who was quite happy to take it and also
pick up a couple of arm chairs from my home. His words to me were along the
lines of ‘you have no idea how many people are in need.’ I thought back to my
mother, who, when we were kids, bought everything at good will because there
was no money for anywhere else. A lot of you reading this know exactly what I mean. I wasn’t
aware until I was about 13 that department stores with new clothes existed and
I often think back to spoilt Julie Mason who made such fun of my old clothes. But
you know what? I’m glad I grew up understanding the value of money and I had a
mother who worked her arse off for us. So yeah, I do understand how people are
in need. It’s good to be reminded of
your roots. It makes you realize you’ve grown up damn good.
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