I buy Breast Cancer Awareness stamps, recycle and give to the Goodwill, as do most of my friends. Occasionally we reach into our pocket books and write a check to some organization, or drop spare change into the plastic buckets at fast food joints collecting for who knows what.
Over bagels and coffee the other morning Sarah, Jodi and I were discussing how we would like to donate our time to a worthy cause. We thought about the animal shelter, but none of us wanted to pick up poop. We thought, perhaps, we could read to preschoolers, but that seemed like a long commitment, and none of us had time for that. Truth is in our busy lives we scarcely had time to discuss donating worse yet do it. Yet we all felt we wanted to give back a little something, but that something had to be on our terms. Did this mean we were bad people? Were we ungrateful and self centered because we couldn't do as much as our hearts wanted? Is there a minimal limit of good deed doing that separates the selfish from the saints?
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