It’s the Season for Giving

This year has been a hard year for all of us. Theses are uncertain times. The real estate market is down, the stock market is volatile, foreclosures are on the rise, unemployment is on the rise, and many people can barely afford to make ends meet. And, for all of these reasons, I am giving even more to charity this year. Have I had a blockbuster year that allows me to be so giving? No. Like many real estate agents, I have felt the recession. So, why am I giving even more to charity this holiday season? It’s because I know how much it means to have others give during the holidays.
Many people are surprised to learn that I grew up very poor. My mother raised me and my brothers and sister on $16,000 a year. My first holiday memory is the winter of 1983. My father had just left our family to pursue, well, to pursue not being in our family anymore. Even though I was only 4 years old, I knew my mom was barely holding it together. It was a very cold winter and we couldn’t afford oil for the furnace. We went to every church service that was offered that year. Even at churches we didn’t belong to, just to keep warm. We went “shopping” alot because the stores were warm. We never bought anything. We all slept in the same bed to keep warm. A few days before Christmas my mom sat us down and let us know that there was no money for Christmas. She said that we shouldn’t be sad because their were other families much worse off than us and that Santa needed to visit those families this year; he would not be visiting us. I remember crying that night, but not because I wouldn’t be getting anything from Santa, but because my mom wouldn’t be getting anything, and maybe a little because Santa was letting our family down.
On Christmas Eve my mom bundled us up to go to yet another Christmas service. On our way home from the midnight service we stopped by a Christmas tree lot and picked out a free tree that had been tossed by the side of the road. It had not found it’s Christmas tree destiny and would have been picked up by the garbage trucks in 2 days. We decorated the tree at 1a.m. Christmas morning. And then, we went to bed. My mom woke up a few hours later and went outside. What she found makes her cry to this day. She found presents for her children. Someone had dropped off presents for all of us on our side porch. Santa had visited us after all.
My mom let me know years later that the church we had visited on Christmas Eve found out what our family was going through. They scrambled to collect presents for us. I got a used Barbie’s Dream House that year. It was pink and it was dirty, but it is the best present I have ever received. Later Christmas morning a woman came by our house and told us to pack our bags, we would be staying at her house for the winter. She was a member of the church that had given us the gifts. She didn’t have the money to buy us presents, but she had a home that had heat, and she was more than willing to open it up to us. My mom and her, Ann, are best friends to this day. I owe who I am today to Ann, and my mom for taking the help.
So, why am I giving even more to charity during a recession? I am giving because there is a child out there that needs to believe there is a Santa and that things are going to get better. It’s the season for giving and I will always give. It’s not too late. Many families are in need this year. Please contact your local homeless shelter, Salvation Army, or other charitable organization and find out what you can do to keep the holiday spirit alive. You have 3 more days to influence someone’s life.



