Would You Like To Donate to....?
I'd be a disaster in door to door sales. I could never even muster up what it took to sell Girl Guide Cookies and those sold themselves.
I belonged to a support group for Chronic Fatigue and Fibromyalgia and I always joked that the meetings were poorly attended because most people were just too tired to go! I was supposed to sell 1 book of 10 raffle tickets and I'd end up buying them all myself because I hated asking people for donations for anything.
In this day of mega canvassing for all the various health-related charities, I figure people are burdened already with donations. We all have our causes that we support yearly. Cancer Society and Heart and Stroke are pretty much givens. The Kidney Foundation and Blind Institutes also receive many regular donations.
This year, I was asked to canvass for The Canadian Diabetes Association and I said yes, although now that I have received the package of materials, (still sealed!) I am a little reluctant. I have a hard time "selling myself". I guess I don't really believe in bothering people in their homes either.
I became diabetic at age 13 under fairly dramatic circumstances; it was not diagnosed until I went into a coma and didn't awake for 7 days. My kidneys shut down and my life was in peril. There was some kind of miraculous "coming back" after doctors phoned my parents to tell them they were losing me. I survived to see my 14th birthday a few days later. (And my 52nd much, much later!)
I was in the hospital for 3 months and at home for 3 months during which my Gr. 9 teachers came to my house weekly for tutoring. I recovered fully and life has gone on ever since. Of course, I have had several long-term complications such as eye problems and neuropathy, and 8 months ago had a mild heart attack with a stent put in one blocked artery. Life has resumed in my new reality and I am lucky to have that.
So why do I feel apologetic asking for donations to a personally worthwhile cause and one that has touched almost everyone? Heck, I should be the walking spokesperson for this condition.
I will open the envelope and sort out the materials today. Then, I will take a big breath as I ring the first doorbell, looking down at myself just to make sure I'm not wearing my Brownie uniform!
Wish me luck. Hope there are no scary dogs!
Mother of Invention, just a little apprehensive and kinda wishing I had a few boxes of those delicious cookies with me!