Walking your way to the poor house
By Staff
Leada Gore, Editor
The voice on the other end of the telephone was a sweet one.
This should have been my first clue.
Of course, being Super Aunt, I said yes. And then it hit me.
The answer was yes.
Again, Super Aunt kicks in.
I hung up the phone, feeling very satisfied with myself. Super Aunt has come through again. And, I figured, how bad would it be? Isaac is nine; Collier is six. While both are fit as fiddles, I didn’t think either would put me in the poor house.
A couple of weeks later, I got another call from the same, sweet little voice.
Thank goodness, I thought. If Isaac had gotten to walk the entire hour, I would probably have to mortgage the house just to pay off the school.
A couple of night later, I went over to Isaac and Collier’s house to present them with their $63 check. It turns out they had made quite a profit with the Walk-A-Thon. All their grandparents had fallen for the same sweet voice on the phone and innocently pledged $1 per lap per child, too. There fundraising packages were stuffed with $63 checks.
I added mine to the stack.
Then I noticed some little plastic baggies filled with ones, fives and lots of change.
The boy’s mom, Ieleen, said the boys had each pledged $2 per lap for each other. Before she allowed them to make the pledge, she made them go check their piggy banks to make sure they could cover the cost. Since they could, she let them make the donations.
They didn’t balk at the idea and gladly forked over their cash to support each other in the Walk-A-Thon. That’s a good lesson and I’m glad their mom let them do it.
It lessened the sting a bit on writing that $63 check. I will draw the line, however, on the next batch of $100 Christmas wrapping paper. Even Super Aunt has her limits.
