I loved (and still do), the poem, "The Animal Store," by Rachel Field. It starts:
If I had a hundred dollars to spend,
Or maybe a little more,
I'd hurry as fast as my legs would go
Straight to the animal store.
I wouldn't say, "How much for this or that?"
"What kind of a dog is he?"
I'd buy as many as rolled an eye,
Or wagged a tail at me!
Lotteries survive on the hopes of many. People plan how to spend an unexpected windfall. Idioms are penned to help lessen the sting of reality: "Don't count your chickens before they're hatched," "Money can't buy happiness."
But, what if? What if you suddenly find $100 and it is legitimately yours to spend however you want?
One young man found himself in just that situation, and spent the money very unselfishly. I first read about him in this article and was so impressed I googled his blog. I love the fact that he was able to double the money, use it all on others, and show that "it's the little things that count."
Thankful thought: Thanks for his example of unselfish kindness.