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i just finished reading have a little faith, by mitch albom. i would highly recommend it. i'm considering converting to judaism as i fell completely in love with the rabbi. course, i should mention that i recently considered becoming a buddhist after reading a few of His Holiness the Dalia Lama's writings. apparently i'm easily swayed.

anyway, my point--easy to see the overthinking tie-in, right?--maybe i should have called this blog adventures in adult adhd, or adventures of a scatterbrain. oh, yes, my point. i got so angry after reading this book that i wanted to personally confront every excessively wealthy person in this country and ask why they weren't doing more to help the underprivileged. why was a reformed addict/drug dealer, turned preacher/saint helping the masses in a church with a whole in the roof when oprah's out spending $3000 on a set of false eyelashes. i know, i know that oprah does lots of good work. i know the jolie-pitts do lots of wonderful things. guess what? they still have multiple multi-million dollar homes. they still spend millions on their clothes and shoes and make-up and so forth. they could still help more people than they do.

i understand that oprah worked hard to get where she is. i don't begrudge her her wealth. i'm just saying that these filthy rich celebrities don't understand what just a little bit of that would do for a family in need. i was so angry about this that i considered writing letters. to whom? i don't know. i decided to write here about it instead. and i decided that i can't change them. all i can do is do my best to "be the change i want to see in the world," thank you, mr. gandhi. so, i'm going to donate some old clothes and shoes to the homeless mission. i donated some toys. it's not much. but it's made me feel that today i've done something. it's made my mind stop spinning for a little while in delusions of winning the megamillions and single handedly housing all the homeless in my community. start small. but start.


  1. I haven't read Keeping the Faith. (Or is it "have a little faith?") Is it about people needing to give more? (As an aside, the last time I heard Oprah talking about her eyelashes, she said she uses #30, or something, from Walgreens, I think.) Anyway, that wasn't really your point. I think making your donations was a wise move, cause here's the deal: It is easy for me to look at people who have far, far more than I have, and think that if they had any human decency at all they would give to the people who have far, far less than I have. What gives me pause is this: there is someone between me and the people who have far, far less than I have, looking at me, and thinking that if I had any human decency at all, I would give away at least half of what I have to those less fortunate. There is also someone between them and the people who have far, far less than they have, thinking that if they had any human decency at all, they would give away at least half of what they have....

    I read a book a long time ago (Ah, bless Amazon and its order history --- the book: Don't Just Give it Away: How to Make the Most of Your Charitable Giving) that I thought was a good guidebook on how we can all be philanthropists.

    But mostly, yay you on the writing!


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