First, you need to know I left my Black Cohosh in the mountains, and came home to clean up the girls' room while they're gone...
So, Sis tells me she wants to win the lottery so she can give lots of money to the Make-A-Wish foundation... and I lost it (not temper - tears).
Why is it the little cherubs who've been encased in love the entire 1825 days (plus or minus) on Earth get to have their wishes come true, only to depart this world and go to what all religions see as the ultimate Wish - Heaven?
Whereas the tender little American souls whose fathers and mothers work 24/7 to make ends meet - don't usurp social programs, but cannot afford to buy new clothing, much less a trip to Disney Land... or the tender little American souls who are beaten behind closed doors daily because Daddy/Mommy is a bully or on drugs (alcohol is a drug)... these little beings who try so hard to please, so much want to be loved or noticed... they get to live in quiet desperation, hoping someday their lives will get better. They dare to wish on one falling star after another, only to find out 10 years later their wishes were wasted on a meteor, not even a star. And when they've struggled through life... through disappointment after disappointment - no matter how high they've held their chin or how much they continued to hope and strive for a better life - they die at 90 never having seen the ocean, or a new pair of shoes, or having a Wish come true.
What's the answer, though? Suppose we made a Make-A-Hope foundation for these little American souls? Would they be happier after seeing the world one day, and then have to come back to their existence of day-by-day? Or would they see the world for what it has to offer, and then strive harder to make a better life for themselves as they grow up? Would kindness make their hearts grow bitter? Now knowing what they've been missing?
I have no answers. I wish I could take all those awkward little healthy American souls with scabbed knees and hand-me-down lives and give them a reason to hope, to believe and not ever give up. No matter how many times they're hit, or discouraged, or belittled, or abused. I wish I could wrap my arms around them and tell them, "This isn't what life is supposed to be. You drew the short straw, so pick your teeth with it and dare to be happy. This, too, shall pass."
Yeah, I'm a freak. Yeah, someone's going to write in and call me a pathetic, life-less, ignorant idiot because I don't see any value in the Make-A-Wish Foundation. But, that's okay, because there are many people who do - and that's all MAWF needs - caring, loving people to donate to their cause.
When I make my millions, I'm going to donate to American individuals who fall through the cracks, and - much like the power poles which line a busy street - nobody notices any more.