Phone just rang: dad. “Where are you?” Oops, I forgot… I promised him to help with the annual Jantje Beton house-to-house collection. I peek out the window: still snowing. Damn. I look at my love, he shakes his head and smiles. No help – read: providing an excuse – from his side. “I am on my way, dad, I just put on my coat!”
Moral of this story: Not all collectors are volunteers. Give generously!
update @ 08:47 PM “I don’t have patty cash”, “I will make a deposit”, “My parents are not at home”, “I do not give to charity”, not-ringing door bells and people that don’t open the door and just stare at you through their window…
