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Charity Begins At Home – Until It Turns Into A Swamp

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I returned to a pile of mail after being COVID19 – trapped across the border. My pile of mail was much larger than ever expected. That was due to the number of charities encouraging my contributions.

I have noted of late that charities are obviously using a third party to encourage donations. However, it seems that this third party is using the same devices for all charities. And that if a person gives to one or two (or more) charities, their name is going to be on the mailing lists of many clients of this third party (let’s call it the Mail Out King).

Upon my return, not only did I have reminders from the charities I do support, but a host of other requests from those I have not considered. Thus, I am awash in the enticements the Mail Out King supplies as inducements.

I now have twelve (12) pens at my disposal. Six (6) are black with gold trim; four (4) are garishly multi-coloured; one (1) is light blue; one (1) is tartan. Only five (5) have the name of a charity upon them.

More numerous than the pens, I have notepads of various sizes. These I actually use.

I have five (5) zipperedĀ  pen&pencil cases to hold them.

I have three (3) large (and garishly-coloured) shoulder bags.

I have dozens of Christmas cards and envelopes.

I have hundreds of stickers containing my name and address to put upon these envelopes.

I have no idea what all this material is worth, nor what it must cost to send them.

PLEASE STOP

 

(image) thirdforcenews.org.uk/images/uploads/articles/229302/web_fundraising_image.jpg

Do Not Wait For Time – Enjoy The Ride

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What sights,

indeed,

are these,

that cause the racing clocks

to pant their minutes

in counterpoint

to a life still learning

the difference

between wretchedness and love?

{The swing goes up,

and the swing goes down,

and then goes up,

again. }

If you are on that race,

with childish yells and

up-down/mess-it-around

feelings

in the pit of your stomach …

They haven’t lowered

that coffin lid yet.

No – not yet.

 

[Image] https://themerrythought.com/wp-content/uploads/TreeSwing7(pp_w730_h887).jpg

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