I was at home, sitting near a window, when I hear little voices coming up our sidewalk.
"I don't know if she's home," one girl says. "Let's just check!" says another.
They knock on the door, I answer. And there on my front step stand two of the grade-school girls who live on my street. Together, with outstretched arms, they are handing me a dollar bill.
"This is for the orphans at Hope Station," they say.
So precious. And so generous. Not only was I touched by their generosity, but simply the fact that they wanted to give whatever they had to kids they have never met who are in need on the other side of the world. How cool is that! Those two girls have been a reminder to me this week that I can make a difference right now with whatever I have: time, money, skills... Fundraising itself may not be my dream job, but I'm not fundraising just for the sake of fundraising. I'm fundraising for kids who are worth it. And that... THAT is the dream job.