Boldly Brunching –and at Length
This morning was the Christmas brunch with five other women I’ve been getting together with for 34 to 39 years. Always fun and this one for no particular reason was particularly so.
This time instead of getting each other bath products, etcetera, we each gave some money to some good cause. Mine was to pay for all school fees and books for a very underprivileged Indian child for a year.
In spite of having co-authored The Healing Power of Doing Good, I’m not naturally a great do-gooder, much more prone to trying to paddle my own canoe without making trouble for anybody. That has changed some since I collaborated on that book. (We teach what we need to learn.)
And I do have a special interest in India, and was so often surrounded and followed by poor kids there, wanting rupees and to know “what is your country.” So I can visualize such a child. And I do find it satisfying, far more so than a more generic “good thing” I might have chosen.
My mother arranged for me to sponsor an Indian child at Christmas one year. I liked that, but didn’t feel it as directly.
Anyway, the breakfast was fun — brie crepes for me — and I already feel the holiday is well celebrated.
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