I'm one of the tiny givers, seldom even handing over those small amounts. Even so, I get the calls, the emails, the snail mail. I give excuses and hang up, delete the emails, shred the paper. I complain about the time spent calling me, the money spent writing me, the endless attempts to "touch" me (in so many ways).
BUT . . .
Today is different. Today is a special day. Yesterday was too, as that is the one date every year that I'm a "twin." One brother was born 364 days after me (the one born 690 days later still got to share birthdays with us). Today, once more though, I am a year older. And minutes ago, in celebration, I donated to the Obama campaign.
It was not much, just twenty-five dollars (I know, if I'd donated my age it'd be more than twice that). I have not given as much as I'd like this time, because I'm currently paying off my personal transportation device, aka my prosthetic foot. However, the next call I get wishing me happiness and if only they knew what I'd want, I've got an answer. Donate to the Obama campaign or the Democratic Senatorial Campaign Committee or Democratic Congressional Campaign Committee.
I'm chipping in on this, and it may take a few months to come to fruition, but I'm looking forward to the best present - another four years of President Obama. There's a tradition in New Orleans of pinning money to the birthday celebrant. If you're looking for a gift, or just a reason to make your day better, pin some on the campaign.