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I have never been a rich man
when it comes to money. God has blessed me with more than enough to
meet all my family’s needs, but like most people I am still about
a million dollars shy of being a millionaire. Still, I do try to give
what I can to several charities that I know do good work in this world.
One of them is Covenant House, a shelter for children who have either
run away from abusive homes or been forced out onto the streets. |
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Recently someone asked me if I thought it
was doing any good sending my few dollars to this charity every month.
I thought about it for awhile and put myself in the place of a young
boy or girl having been tossed out on the street by a family who no
longer wanted me or on the run from terrible abuse. I saw myself cold,
alone, hungry, and afraid struggling to survive on the streets. I saw
myself being victim to pimps, gangs, and drug pushers. I saw myself
wondering if I would even live through the night. I then saw myself
seeing a number on a wall or phone booth offering me the slightest chance
of hope. I saw myself dialling 1-800-999-9999 and praying to God that
it wasn’t some cruel joke. |
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I saw a van
meeting me and rushing me to a shelter where the staff greeted me with
kindness, love, and smiles. I smelled the hot meal they gave to me,
felt the warm blanket around my shoulders, and heard the offers to protect
me, help me, and give me a second chance to live again. I felt the relief
in my soul to know that I was still loved by God and cared about by
others. I felt the joy that was long dead in me stir to life once again.
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When I thought
about all that I knew my few dollars were doing a lot of good. I knew
that God had given me the greatest wealth in the world: being able to
help a child live again. I knew that my small gift sent to Covenant
House was helping me to keep the greatest covenant of all: to love God,
myself, and others. |
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Joseph J. Mazzella |
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