Mission Accomplished
I called the woman at the Sweater Factory and asked if she had sold any of the hats.
She said, yes but didn't have time to talk. I gave her my phone number one more time; as usual
I was beginning to get just a tad bit miffed at the woman. This was suppose to be a means to help the homeless.
I make hats, and to date I've crochet 2,763 skull cap, beanie style, simple, basic, funky hats. Most of these I've donated to the Union Gospel Mission in Aberdeen, Washington.
My daughter jokingly says I'm out to hat the world; because, recently I made 41 hats for the local High School Football team. Last Christmas I made 38 hats for the Early Childhood Education busload of kids I was driving at the time. I made each hat with a critter on the top, or the hat itself was a critter or character. They looked so cute when they marched across the street to show them off. A duck, a swan, a monster and there was Sponge Bob, a snowman, a terradacdle. They looked like a mini Macy's Day Parade of floats on their heads. An Indian, a hat filled with bugs, a mouse and even a girl with long blond hair bangs and a pony tail. There was an A B C hat, a crocodile, a hickory-dickory-dock; the mouse ran up the clock hat. Needless to say they were a hit with everyone, and the kids didn't get as sick last year because they were wearing their hats.
I got the brainstorm idea to approach the lady at the factory about letting me put some of my hats in the store for sale, to raise money for the Union Gospel Mission; to help them out to get food for the homeless. I was targeting Thanksgiving.
I had already sent my 100 hats for the Christmas gifts for the Mission recipients for when they made up their boxes, so I had time to make more to put into the store.
I had received half of the money for all of the hats a few months ago and had driven the envelope up to them on a Saturday. The place was closed but there was a gentleman who let me in so I could drop the envelop into the drop slot.
So with Thanksgiving approaching I wanted to get whatever money there was from the remaining 12 hats that had sold. I called and each time got the same answer. "I can't talk right now; what's your phone number; I'll call you."
Well, it was the day before Thanksgiving and all wasn't well in the house. I was still not getting anywhere with the Mission's money from the hats. So I called again, and this time I reminded her it was Thanksgiving and these were homeless people and that is what this was all about in the first place; had she sold any more hats?
I also asked if she would like me to come and pick up the remaining hats and quit pestering her, that I could take them to someone else.
I guess she came to her senses, because she said she'd write me a check. Whoh! Wait a minute! I said, Don't write me a check; the money isn't for me, it's for the Mission. Make the check out for the Union Gospel Mission, I don't want to pay taxes on something I'm trying to do for charity for them. It would look like income for me. Just make it out to them, and I'll be in to pick it up around noon today.
Okay, so I'll be getting the check; but how the heck do I get it to the Mission? I'm low on gas.
I get the brainstorm and call them, asking for Linda. She wasn't there but I made arrangements for one of the people there to meet me half way to South Bend and pick up the check.
It was blustery and the rain was whipping thicker in spots and nearly sideways in others; the early Thanksgiving traffic was horrible.
We met at the area next to the Montesano cut-off, where people park and car pool to work.
I got half my by then cold fries eaten and a slurp or two of my coke when Gary in the white Dodge pulls in.
I recognized him from the newsletter I get every month. He's the pastor at the Mission; out running last minute errands between meetings on the day before the big turkey dinner they and other volunteers will be serving to the hundreds of homeless in our area.
I was tickled to hand him a check for $140.00. God Bless you and you too we said as we pulled back out to head our separate ways into the building storm.
On the way home, I know this sounds nuts, but I was saved from a potential head on collision.
Boy am I thankful for that final blessing.
So let me pass on that thank filled blessing to you. God Bless you as you bless others and give you too a reason to be thank filled.
She said, yes but didn't have time to talk. I gave her my phone number one more time; as usual
I was beginning to get just a tad bit miffed at the woman. This was suppose to be a means to help the homeless.
I make hats, and to date I've crochet 2,763 skull cap, beanie style, simple, basic, funky hats. Most of these I've donated to the Union Gospel Mission in Aberdeen, Washington.
My daughter jokingly says I'm out to hat the world; because, recently I made 41 hats for the local High School Football team. Last Christmas I made 38 hats for the Early Childhood Education busload of kids I was driving at the time. I made each hat with a critter on the top, or the hat itself was a critter or character. They looked so cute when they marched across the street to show them off. A duck, a swan, a monster and there was Sponge Bob, a snowman, a terradacdle. They looked like a mini Macy's Day Parade of floats on their heads. An Indian, a hat filled with bugs, a mouse and even a girl with long blond hair bangs and a pony tail. There was an A B C hat, a crocodile, a hickory-dickory-dock; the mouse ran up the clock hat. Needless to say they were a hit with everyone, and the kids didn't get as sick last year because they were wearing their hats.
I got the brainstorm idea to approach the lady at the factory about letting me put some of my hats in the store for sale, to raise money for the Union Gospel Mission; to help them out to get food for the homeless. I was targeting Thanksgiving.
I had already sent my 100 hats for the Christmas gifts for the Mission recipients for when they made up their boxes, so I had time to make more to put into the store.
I had received half of the money for all of the hats a few months ago and had driven the envelope up to them on a Saturday. The place was closed but there was a gentleman who let me in so I could drop the envelop into the drop slot.
So with Thanksgiving approaching I wanted to get whatever money there was from the remaining 12 hats that had sold. I called and each time got the same answer. "I can't talk right now; what's your phone number; I'll call you."
Well, it was the day before Thanksgiving and all wasn't well in the house. I was still not getting anywhere with the Mission's money from the hats. So I called again, and this time I reminded her it was Thanksgiving and these were homeless people and that is what this was all about in the first place; had she sold any more hats?
I also asked if she would like me to come and pick up the remaining hats and quit pestering her, that I could take them to someone else.
I guess she came to her senses, because she said she'd write me a check. Whoh! Wait a minute! I said, Don't write me a check; the money isn't for me, it's for the Mission. Make the check out for the Union Gospel Mission, I don't want to pay taxes on something I'm trying to do for charity for them. It would look like income for me. Just make it out to them, and I'll be in to pick it up around noon today.
Okay, so I'll be getting the check; but how the heck do I get it to the Mission? I'm low on gas.
I get the brainstorm and call them, asking for Linda. She wasn't there but I made arrangements for one of the people there to meet me half way to South Bend and pick up the check.
It was blustery and the rain was whipping thicker in spots and nearly sideways in others; the early Thanksgiving traffic was horrible.
We met at the area next to the Montesano cut-off, where people park and car pool to work.
I got half my by then cold fries eaten and a slurp or two of my coke when Gary in the white Dodge pulls in.
I recognized him from the newsletter I get every month. He's the pastor at the Mission; out running last minute errands between meetings on the day before the big turkey dinner they and other volunteers will be serving to the hundreds of homeless in our area.
I was tickled to hand him a check for $140.00. God Bless you and you too we said as we pulled back out to head our separate ways into the building storm.
On the way home, I know this sounds nuts, but I was saved from a potential head on collision.
Boy am I thankful for that final blessing.
So let me pass on that thank filled blessing to you. God Bless you as you bless others and give you too a reason to be thank filled.
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