In my mailbox yesterday was one of those nondescript envelopes addressed to me but in that casual handwriting that always gives me pause. I mean, what if it was those name stickers we all get from whatever organization that is each year?
Well, maybe this isn’t junk junk mail so I’ll open it and check before chunking it.
It was from the National Multiple Sclerosis Society.
Good thing I opened it.
We need your help. Please give your donation now to give hope to those in your area living with multiple sclerosis.
I’m paraphrasing here, but that’s the gist of the note.
I am that person in my area! Do I give? Or maybe I should write back.
Please send any donations you receive from the North Little Rock area directly to me. I will make sure they are put to good use in my Treats/Drinks/Shoe Fund.
As a person living with MS, I know firsthand how to deal with stress: Indulge oneself, even if it’s something small every so often. No, pistachio gelato from the fancy pizza place won’t erase all the bad going on, but if it gets me out of the doldrums for even a day, then it’s worth it.