In the wake of all the craziness that was to be Old Home Day, there was a nice moment that came out of nowhere and yet made me feel good. We had spent a considerable amount of time and money preparing for the 4th, not to mention the time spent on the actual day promoting the message of T-town and selling the bike-blended milkshakes, which again we had to modify on the fly. This, of course, led to more craziness, but it worked out in the end. You find your groove and things start to flow.
Anyway, we ended up making about $60-70, which was just a fraction of what was actually spent when you think about the milk, yogurt, fruit, t-shirts, etc., that we had bought. Now don't get me wrong, nobody forced us to do this, we did it on our own volition out a desire to make a difference, but at the end of the day when the money was counted, I felt like we were entitled to at least a few dollars. We were not, however, going to make an issue of it, and just let the money all go to the person in charge, HD. Such is life.
Well, later that day, she called and let it be known that she was aware of how much we'd spent and felt that we were entitled to some of the dough, and that we could work something out. Fair enough, the money was trivial, but the fact that she acknowledged our expense and efforts was enough for me. In the end, it's not about the money, and it felt good to get that call. It made it all worthwhile.
Serendipitous moment if there ever was one. Until the next time, thanks for reading.