Buddy, I Can Spare You a Dime
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May-June 1999
by Amy Krouse Rosenthal
The responses ranged from the American Dream: Florida Lottery Ticket for $55,000,000 to Zen-like simplicity: 68¢ Bought a piece of fresh fruit.
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Two spoke of serendipity: What a kind gesture. I was walking down North Avenue on June 12 (my birthday), had a fight with my partner, almost flat broke. I chose to walk down North Ave. because several years ago that street was somewhat inspirational for me and I was thinking “I dig North Ave.” I met a sweet woman on the street who needed some money—gave it to her. She offered me a beer to celebrate my day—I declined. What an Oprah Winfrey move—you sure you’re not Oprah? Anyhow, thanks for the smile. I know that’s what it’s about.
Hello. I’m sorry, I forgot write for you how I spend money. I found money in Sunday when I forgot my money for breakfast. I opened and say thanks God and thanks for you. Helen, Lake Shore Club (you see me in club please) (Helen is the woman who cleans out the women’s locker room at my health club.)
There was the philanthropist: Donated to Amy Erickson Alternative Cancer Treatment Fund.
And the realist: Thank you for the gift! I added it to my fabulous coin collection which I keep in an apple cider bottle and which I’ll use to partially finance my upcoming move. Thanks again for your thoughtful offering. Every little bit does help out and it’s so fun to receive help from a stranger.
I gave away between 50 cents and $1.50 each week. In the end, that probably added up to about 60 bucks counting the postage—not exactly a Ted Turner–sized donation. But if it lifted a few spirits for a few minutes, I’m hoping the long-haired karma gods will forgive me for the time I bit Bobby Bycraft in first grade. Plus, as I say, I got mail.
Amy Krouse Rosenthal is the author of The Book of Eleven: An Itemized Collection of Brain Lint (Andrews McMeel, 1998).
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