If anyones read my spannered!!! thread you'll know I had a bit of a sticking point earlier this week. When the urge to drink did lift it was such a relief I wanted to shout it out in the street, get down on my knees in the middle of the road and thank whomever had removed my need to drink.
Just before I'd had my bad spell a Salvation Army donation envelope had been dropped through my letter box. Now I have a policy of donating to only 1 named charity in cash(mountain rescue for me), I buy and give items to charity shops, plus have a subscription to Cats Rescue League since I can't take in a feline myself. When I give to charity it's not willy nilly, it means something. Sooooo, prior to the episode I'd already chucked the envelope decided to say "No I'm not donating thanks" if the collector turned up at my door.
That was the plan - no excuses as my mother collects for another cause and says it's pathetically awful when folk say things like "What envelope", "My wife must have it and she's out", "Errr the dog ate it".
So the collector knocked on my door last night and I gave her my line...............then my conscience hit me. I have been to some AA meetings held in a SA hall, and my Grandmother spent a lot of happy times at the Salvation Army in her later years, living alone a widow for 50 years it provided her with a lot of stimulation and the chance to make friends. Without these places so many people would be forgotten.
Suddenly I had my purse open and found a ?10 note, ran down the path to catch her. She'd wandered off around the building to the next houses and seemed a little confused. I had to fill in a little form and popped my money in the envelope she gave me.
I'm not sure exactly what happened there but I felt it was the right thing to do.
Just before I'd had my bad spell a Salvation Army donation envelope had been dropped through my letter box. Now I have a policy of donating to only 1 named charity in cash(mountain rescue for me), I buy and give items to charity shops, plus have a subscription to Cats Rescue League since I can't take in a feline myself. When I give to charity it's not willy nilly, it means something. Sooooo, prior to the episode I'd already chucked the envelope decided to say "No I'm not donating thanks" if the collector turned up at my door.
That was the plan - no excuses as my mother collects for another cause and says it's pathetically awful when folk say things like "What envelope", "My wife must have it and she's out", "Errr the dog ate it".
So the collector knocked on my door last night and I gave her my line...............then my conscience hit me. I have been to some AA meetings held in a SA hall, and my Grandmother spent a lot of happy times at the Salvation Army in her later years, living alone a widow for 50 years it provided her with a lot of stimulation and the chance to make friends. Without these places so many people would be forgotten.
Suddenly I had my purse open and found a ?10 note, ran down the path to catch her. She'd wandered off around the building to the next houses and seemed a little confused. I had to fill in a little form and popped my money in the envelope she gave me.
I'm not sure exactly what happened there but I felt it was the right thing to do.
How wonderful that the beautiful, loving, giving spirit of UKBlonde is coming further out into the world.
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