Fantastical Fantasy Revisited

Yesterday I posted about the Mega Millions and its jackpot of a zillion dollars, and I mentioned an earlier post I had written about what I would do if I had tons of money.  So, since I have not a clue as to what to write about this morning, I am reposting that earlier post, with a few revisions.  I'm sorry if that's cheating, but my brain is on strike this morning.

Alright, so I have this fantasy.  I fantasize about having tons of money.  And I mean TONS of it.  Like millions and millions of dollars.  Mega bucks.  Not billions, though.  I don't want to be greedy, not even in my fantasy.  But millions.  And sometimes when I'm bored I think about what I would do with all that money.  First, of course, I would pay tithing.  And then we'd become debt free.  We'd buy a bigger house (not gigantic, but one with more than one bathroom).  We recently got rid of our 1995 Dodge Caravan (affectionately known as the "purple ghetto van") and our 1997 Kia and we bought a 2009 Toyota.  Right now we are a one-car family but in my fantasy I would buy my husband a new truck.  College tuition and expenses - check.  Then after ensuring that our family would be financially okay for the rest of our lives, I would set up a charitable trust.   But I wouldn't donate to organized charities.  Nope, not me.  There are plenty of rich people and celebrities to donate to the American Cancer Society or the American Red Cross or Habitate for Humanity, or whatever.  Those are all worthy organizations that help millions of people.  But this is my fantasy. 

I want to make a difference in individual lives . . . in the lives of people who struggle every day to make ends meet, sometimes successfully, sometimes not so much.  People who work hard but are losing their jobs, their medical insurance, their homes, their dignity . . . the forgotten.   Yes.  I want to help the middle class.  You see, I figure that the government helps the poor among us, and the rich don't need help.   But nobody ever thinks about the middle.  The betweeners.   They are the silent sufferers.  And THAT is my fantasy.   To help bring peace to troubled hearts, one person or family at a time.  To help make individual lives less burdensome and more joyful.    But it all has to be anonymous - - that is a must for this girl's fantasy.

In real life, however, I will never have millions of dollars, and will never be able to live out my fantasy.  

But, in real life, I can still make a difference.   We all can.  In real life, we can all be a little kinder to one another and we can be a little more willing to lend a helping hand.  We can help bring a smile to someone's face and maybe make their day a little brighter.   Fantasy??!   Nah, real life is where it's at!!