be a philanthropist

I’m setting aside a little bit of money for charity each month… and I have so much fun deciding where to spend it. It’s just a little bit of money, but it feels so good to give it away.

I’d like to visit animal sanctuaries and rescue organizations all over the world. Want to spend three days giving hands on help and then set up a trust fund for them on the last day.

Now of course you need to have a lot of money to do that. Maybe by just putting this out there money will come. Maybe I can work for Bill & Melinda Gates’s charity.

Come on, don’t we all have this fantasy? To be able to give away money with joyful abandon? It would be soooo sweet.

But when you think about it, we already have opportunities to be lavishly generous with our resources. We just don’t always take those opportunities. If we’re going to be philanthropists someday, we should practice a little bit right now.

No matter what I do in life, no matter how successful I’ll become at whatever I do, I will always promise to donate my 15%. And NOT to some religious organization. I mean donate to organizations like: ONE, WFP, and the Peace Corps.

This goal will remain open until the day I die.

I created a giving page on donorschoice.org:

http://www.donorschoose.org/donors/viewChallenge.html?id=20381

This is a way to support rural and low income schools who need books, science projects, and even pencil sharpeners.

Please take a look at the page and help out if you can help too.

To be continued

If I won the lottery I would be broke because I wouldn’t know when to stop

Since I am not even a thousandaire, I choose to pick my ventures more thriftily

I wrote some letters to soldiers in Afghanistan and volunteer weekly at the local humane society
It still feels like it is not enough, like I should be doing more. Do you ever get to the point where you feel like you have done enough?

Independant shop owners, construction crews, public service workers, barbers, street artists, car detail shops, mechanics, scrap metal workers, random folks on the street, police crews, old people hangin’ out at their high-rises and so many more people love a $5 pizza. It’s not a handout, but it’s a big bonus if you’re stuck at work or the bus stop or anywhere else you can’t really leave, like pre-trial at the city jail…

Real life, real people, real stories. To play a positive part in the day, is success.

Tonight, I have renewed my appreciation of dance as art, or canvas, or however you explain it. Dancer as starving artist I am now more compelled to benefit. I am Impressed.

There once was a $5 pizza, and everybody loved it.
The End.