Showing posts with label Giving. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Giving. Show all posts

1.03.2013

Blessed

Derek Moody to Discount Tire

 
My name is Dereck Moody, I work at SCC05 in Taylors SC... Today I had a customer come in for two tires, she was badly in need of four but could only afford the two, she paid for her two tires and went to wait in the waiting room... As her car was being worked on another customer came up to me and asked how much it would be to put two more tires on for her... He paid for her tires, wrote her a note and left without saying a word to her... When the work was complete I told her what happened, gave her the note that he wrote and she almost came to tears with gratitude... It just goes to show that there are good people out there, they just hide in the shadows not seeking acknowledgement for their good deeds... I have never actually been witness to such altruism until today and I'm still in awe of this person... I just wanted to share this story with everyone and want to be able to pass on some hope for the less fortunate that good things can and do happen, I know my customer and her child will be safe now thanks to a complete stranger!

Blessed is the person who sees the need, 
recognizes the responsibility,
and actively becomes the answer...

12.13.2012

Blessed

It's just a small, white envelope stuck among the branches of our Christmas tree. No name, no identification, no inscription. It has peeked through the branches of our tree for the past 10 years or so.

It all began because my husband Mike hated Christmas - oh, not the true meaning of Christmas, but the commercial aspects of it: overspending, the frantic running around at the last minute to get a tie for Uncle Harry and the dusting powder for Grandma, and the gifts given in desperation because you couldn't think of anything else.

Knowing he felt this way, I decided one year to bypass the usual shirts, sweaters, ties and so forth. I reached for something special just for Mike. The inspiration came in an unusual way.

Our son Kevin, who was 12 that year, was wrestling at the junior level at the school he attended; and shortly before Christmas, there was a non-league match against a team sponsored by an inner-city church. These youngsters, dressed in sneakers so ragged that shoestrings seemed to be the only thing holding them together, presented a sharp contrast to our boys in their spiffy blue and gold uniforms and sparkling new wrestling shoes.

As the match began, I was alarmed to see that the other team was wrestling without headgear, a kind of light helmet designed to protect a wrestler's ears. It was a luxury the ragtag team obviously could not afford. Well, we ended up walloping them. We took every weight class. And as each of their boys got up from the mat, he swaggered around in his tatters with false bravado, a kind of street pride that couldn't acknowledge defeat.

Mike, seated beside me, shook his head sadly, "I wish just one of them could have won," he said. "They have a lot of potential, but losing like this could take the heart right out of them."

Mike loved kids - all kids - and he knew them, having coached little league football, baseball and lacrosse. That's when the idea for his present came. That afternoon, I went to a local sporting goods store and bought an assortment of wrestling headgear and shoes and sent the anonymously to the inner-city church.

On Christmas Eve, I placed the envelope on the tree, the note inside telling Mike what I had done and that this was his gift from me. His smile was the brightest thing about Christmas that year and in succeeding years.

For each Christmas, I followed the tradition; one year sending a group of mentally handicapped youngsters to a hockey game, another year a check to a pair of elderly brothers whose home had burned to the ground the week before Christmas, and on and on.

The envelope became the highlight of our Christmas. It was always the last thing opened on Christmas morning and our children, ignoring their new toys, would stand with wide-eyed anticipation as their dad lifted the envelope from the tree to reveal its contents.

As the children grew, the toys gave way to more practical presents, but the envelope never lost its allure. The story doesn't end there. You see, we lost Mike last year due to dreaded cancer. When Christmas rolled around, I was still so wrapped in grief that I barely got the tree up. But Christmas Eve found me placing an envelope on the tree, and in the morning, it was joined by three more.

Each of our children, unbeknownst to the others, had placed an envelope on the tree for their dad. The tradition has grown and someday will expand even further with our grandchildren standing around the tree with wide-eyed anticipation watching as their fathers take down the envelope. Mike's spirit, like the Christmas spirit, will always be with us.

May we all remember the reason for the season, and the true Christmas spirit this year and always. God bless...

Blessed is the person who sees the need, 
recognizes the responsibility,
and actively becomes the answer...

12.06.2012

Blessed

When does it feel like Christmas to you?  Maybe it’s real to you when you put the tree up, when you get out the reindeer mug, or the first snow.

To many, it feels like Christmas when that gold coin shows up in the Salvation Army Kettle.

It showed up again in Florida on December 9, 2011.  It was the 7th year in a row that someone has put a gold 1913 coin that’s worth $1800 in the red kettle.

You just wonder…what’s the story.  Each time the coin comes with a handwritten note: “In loving memory of Mimi.”

Someday we will find out the real story... about who Mimi is... who is putting the coins in the kettle...

But it’s nice to know that someone still gives without wanting recognition.

Blessed is the person who sees the need, 
recognizes the responsibility,
and actively becomes the answer...

12.04.2012

Tuesday Tips & Tricks

Simplify gift-giving for children at Christmastime
with the following guidelines:

12.01.2012

Giving a White Christmas

This year, instead of exchanging unhealthy treats with neighbors and friends, get together and donate the money you would have spent to buy temple clothes for those who cannot afford it otherwise. Think about those who live in other countries or ones in need who live nearby. Check with a local temple for details and have a Merry Christmas!! 

5.27.2011

Smart Giving


As you open your pockets for the next natural disaster,
please keep these facts in mind:


The American Red Cross President and CEO Marsha J. Evan's salary for the year was $651,957 plus expenses.




The United Way President, Brian Gallagher, receives a $375,000 base salary along with numerous expense benefits.



UNICEF CEO, Caryl M. Stern, receives $1,200,000 per year (100,000 per month) plus all expenses including a ROLLS ROYCE. Less than 5 cents of your donated dollar goes to the cause.



The Salvation Army's Commissioner, Todd Bassett, receives a salary of only $13,000 per year (plus housing) for managing. In this $2 billion dollar organization, 96 percent of donated dollars go to the cause.




The American Legion National Commander receives zero salary. Your donations go to help Veterans and their families and youth!



No further comment needed...

4.25.2011

VERY Cool

This 7-year old boy, from our school, is raising money for wheelchairs to be sent to Haiti by selling lemonade and homemade cookies!!






Read the whole story at Mormon Times...

3.01.2011

National Pancake Day

Join IHOP on Tuesday, March 1, 2011, 7 a.m. - 10 p.m., for National Pancake Day and receive one complimentary short stack!


In return for the free flapjacks, we ask you to consider leaving a little something behind for Children's Miracle Network Hospitals and other designated local charities.


Last year, IHOP raised more than $2.1 million. IHOP began its National Pancake Day in 2006, and since then, has raised $5.35 million for Children's Miracle Network Hospitals and other local charities and given away more than 10.1 million buttermilk pancakes.


12.11.2010

Santa and the Christmas Spirit


by Janice Stringham LeFevre

Stomach trembling, I looked up into my mom’s eyes as she tucked me into bed and arranged my menagerie of stuffed animals around me. Then I asked her the Santa question.

With her answer, the enchantment of Santa and his magic disappeared like a sandcastle gobbled up by the rising tide.

It's one of the painful parts of growing up - losing the Christmas magic for a time, until we realize that it can return again when we create it for others.

But learning the full story of Santa was difficult for me in other ways - it laid the seeds of doubt in my mind about my parents always being truthful with me; it shook my trust in them. I wondered how they could say that they always told me the truth and yet had encouraged me to believe something false. Of course, when I grew older, I realized that my parents hadn't tried to deceive me; they'd just wanted me to experience the excitement of Santa's magic like they had when they were children.

After I married and my husband and I had children of our own, we thought deeply about how we would celebrate Christmas. We agreed to keep Christmas centered on the Savior while also creating the excitement and magic of Santa. We kept our focus on the Savior by reading scriptures and inspirational stories, keeping our gift budget small, and ensuring that at least half of our holiday decorations were religious.

As our children grew, my husband and I discussed how we were going to handle the "Santa question." We were determined to find a way to have Santa without creating confusion about trust and honesty. I was surprised that many other mothers were experiencing the same dilemma - how to provide Christmas magic and also keep the confidence of their children when the secret was revealed - but they, too, hadn't come up with a satisfactory solution.

My answer finally came in 1996 during a First Presidency Christmas Devotional. In his talk, President James E. Faust encouraged us to show our love for the Savior by emulating Him. The true spirit of Christmas, he said, was about serving others just as Jesus did. He pointed out that the highest form of service was anonymous and mentioned that Santa symbolized the spirit of anonymous giving. The light bulb went on! I realized there was a way that my husband and I could dovetail our desire to keep the focus of Christmas on Christ and prepare our children for the "Santa talk."

The next day, I went to the local dollar store and purchased a small Nativity for each family member, including my husband and me. Every few days during the next two and a half weeks, these Nativity figures - beginning with the animals and ending with baby Jesus - mysteriously appeared on our kitchen table along with a note signed by the Christmas Spirit. The note said that he was presenting these Nativity pieces to our family to help us keep the true spirit of Christmas by reminding us of the real reason for Christmas - to celebrate our Savior.

The Christmas Spirit visited our house for a couple of years before our eldest child was old enough to learn about Santa. That year, just before the holiday season began, I visited with him in private. I told him that I was working on a very special Christmas surprise and needed his help. I revealed that I was the Christmas Spirit and that I'd like him to be my assistant. He literally leapt with enthusiasm. I told him that he had to keep it a secret so that his sisters would not know where the presents came from. Together, we went to the store and picked out three inexpensive Christmas ornaments for each family member that featured the religious symbols of Christmas - angels, stars, and so forth. Throughout the month, I did all I could to build on his excitement and help him feel the joy of anonymous giving. Before setting out the ornaments at night, we would tiptoe through the house, trying not to giggle, and make sure everyone was asleep. When the gifts were discovered the next morning, he and I put on a big show of surprise, giving one another knowing grins.

A few days after Christmas, my husband and I met with our son to discuss his experience. First, we reminisced about everything we'd done that holiday season, then we asked, "What was your favorite thing?"

Without hesitation, he exclaimed, "Being the Christmas Spirit!"

"Why do you think that was the best part?" we asked.

"Because it was fun! No one knew it was me giving the presents!"

Together, we explored the reasons that anonymous giving brings such joy and satisfaction. We told our son that parents love to give anonymously to their kids at Christmastime, too. We said that we had a special secret about how we gave presents to him and his sisters without them knowing that they were from us. Then we asked him if he could guess who Santa Claus really was. He laughed as he connected the dots. He was so pleased to be grown up enough to share in our secret. We told him now that he was old enough to know about Santa, he could be Santa's helper and fill the Christmas stockings next Christmas Eve. We also asked him to promise us that he would not tell his sisters (or any other children) what he now knew about Santa so that we could remain anonymous. Our conversation ended with big hugs, excitement about Josh's growing up, and increased feelings of love and trust.

We followed this same pattern with each of our children as they became old enough to understand the role of Santa.

Our children are all teenagers now, and we still continue our tradition. Over the years, the Christmas Spirit has brought a variety of gifts - all focusing on the Savior. Some gifts are directly linked to Christmas; others are simply Christ-centered. We keep our gifts inexpensive and often purchase them at clearance sales, at dollar stores, or from the Church Distribution Center. Through this tradition, we have built up gospel libraries for our children and provided them with Christmas decorations they can use when they have homes of their own. Most importantly, we've kept the focus of Christmas on Christ and have built bonds of trust with our children.

If you ask our children about their cherished Christmas memories, they are sure to mention the year that they got to be the Christmas Spirit and learned about Santa.

Via LDS Living

1.12.2009

Mindy Gledhill Comes to Provo for Nie Nie

Benefit Concert & Silent Auction
with Mindy Gledhill and The Thrillionaires

Monday, February 2, 2009
Covey Center for the Arts


Silent Auction 6:30 pm
Concert 7:00 pm

Get Your Tickets Now...
@ www.mindygledhill.com
or call 801-852-7007

8.15.2008

An Opportunity to Give

Help baby Mia and her family as they wait for
a donor heart to save her life...



Read about little Mia here, and watch a video here...



Open you heart and and your wallet.
Make a dontation today and
pass the word along...

2.11.2008

Give a Little Time


The band Five For Fighting is generously donating $0.49 to Autism Speaks each time this video is viewed.The funding goes toward research studies to help find a cure.
When you have a moment, please watch the video below, and pass it along to your friends and family. They are aiming for 10,000 hits.


Christmas Countdown