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| charity in all its forms |
| 06.12.06 (11:38 am) [edit] |
We're having a bake sale at work today. We do these pretty often; I work at the corporate headquarters for a national company, and we have something like 450 people in our building. A LOT of these people are extremely creative, so when we do a sale they go all out; items are decorated with excrutiating detail, packaged in gift baskets, etc. This time, the sale is for an employee of one of our Ohio locations, who lost her house and all her belongings in a terrible fire. She, her husband, and their 8-month-old daughter are physically okay, but obviously this had to have been horrible. And I just found out this morning, the woman has been undergoing cancer treatments, too. Since everyone on the planet can make cookies and brownies (better, or at least prettier, than mine), I made Zebra Sticks for the second time. That's what I call my chocolate covered pretzel rods, because I always like to drizzle them with a contrasting chocolate before I package them individually in cellophane gift bags. Last night I made about six dozen, in various flavors: * milk chocolate w/white chocolate drizzle * milk chocolate rolled in crushed walnuts * milk chocolate rolled in crumbled toffee * white chocolate w/milk chocolate drizzle * white chocolate rolled in crushed walnuts & drizzled with milk chocolate I really wanted to make the three-layered dark chocolate mint ones I did last time, but I couldn't find the cool green mint chips I did before. (Someone at work told me I could get them at Sunset Foods, so I'm going to have to stock up.) Jacob kept me company in the kitchen as I was finishing off a tray of them last night. He showed a strong interest in them -- mainly, I assume, because there were bowls of melted chocolate everywhere. I explained that I was making them to sell because a family had lost their things in a fire. "Do I know them?" he asked. "Nope," I said. "I've never met them, either. But it's just a nice thing to do; to help people whether you know them or not." "How much money do they need?" "Dunno, honey. I'm sure they have insurance and stuff; this is just to help them buy whatever they can with whatever money we raise." "Can I help you?" I looked him up and down; he'd just finished taking a bath and was shiny clean. It was 30 minutes to bedtime. "No, sweetie, but thank you. Maybe next time. You can keep me company, though." "What about money? Can I give you some?" "What?" "I have over 400 cents in my piggy bank. I could give you money to give to the people." This is pretty much where I choked up. If I hadn't been trying to keep my hands sterile, I would have grabbed his smooshy head. "Oh, Jakey. That's so very sweet of you. But you know, they'll be able to make good money selling these treats I'm making, and I'll buy a few things, too. I want you to save your money." "Till I'm older?" "Yeah, till you're older. The more you save, the more you'll have." "So, till I'm eight?" Oh, Jacob. Between that little conversation and the fact that the baby (WAHOOOOO!) slept through the night, I'm pretty up today. Thank goodness, because NOBODY needs to hear me whining right now. |
posted by: scubadiva (reply)
post date: 06.12.06 (8:15 am)
Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww.
There was a special ed teacher that was killed in a car accident last year and the elementary students raised more than $25000 on their own in 7 months by donating ice cream money, etc to have a handicapped-accessible playground created in her memory.
Imagine the fun Jacob would have had if he HAD helped. He would have been coated in chocolate from head to toe! :)
posted by: Orange (reply)
post date: 06.12.06 (9:15 am)
Aw, so sweet! You and DH are raising him right.
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