About a week ago, I met with a few friends to review the emails sent to thebefoundation@live.com in consideration for the $250. All of the submissions were uniquely qualified. That is because there were no qualifications. The point of giving away this money was just to spread a little good.

 

We read through the emails: they were all across the board. One person requested the money to stay in ”booze and hookers.” Others were down-on-their luck real estate agents. There were even requests to help pay for prescription drugs and one from an ex-convict to help make ends meet.

 

Something about Samantha’s email resonated. I can’t say for sure why, but when each of us read “… it saddens me every day that I can’t do more for her” in Samantha’s email, we related. We related to someone who was just a bit down on their luck and could use some help. 

 

Fast forward to tonight; when I met both Samantha and Sarah. Samantha did not tell Sarah where they were going tonight or why. In fact, it wasn’t until I handed the soon-to-be mother the envelope that Samantha explained what she had done for her friend. The surprised and appreciative Sarah then thanked us both. I felt honored.  

 

However, as I recapped the brief interaction with these women to my husband, who had patiently waited outside for me, he shared with me a small observation.  As I departed, Sarah and Samantha again hugged behind me and my husband thought he caught a glimpse of a tear in Samantha’s eye.

 

Thank you for letting me be a part of your lives. You have touched my heart. Best of luck to you “Sarah.”