Today I came home from having dinner with my parents and I picked up my mail. I hadn't checked it in a while, so there was a buildup of flyers, bills, and solicitations. Nothing too interesting. As I came to the bottom of the stack I saw a hand written envelope.
It wasn't written to me, though. It was addressed to the former resident.
I flipped it in my hands for a half a second and decided to open it. I thought to myself that it was my duty to check it. Maybe it was important. Really, I'm just too curious for my own good.
It was a doctor's bill for a small amount of money. The money was overdue and he was threatening to put it on her credit report. My credit report's a disaster - I always argue with companies who screw me over and refuse to pay. Then they put things on my credit report. It bothered me the first time, but I grew numb to it after a while. I wonder if her credit report is ok.
I put the letter in a new envelope, addressed it to the doctor, and put in enough cash to cover the bill. No check, no return address.
It's not that I'm a nice guy. Really, I'm pretty selfish.
I like the idea of the doctor getting his letter, which was threatening and impersonal, returned with what appears to be an act of genuine kindness. Maybe it will give him faith that people are good. I love doing things that make people wonder. Just because I'm not there to see the reaction doesn't mean that it wasn't a good one.
More than anything, I do things like this because it makes me feel good about myself.
These are the types of actions that make us human well at least some of us. Thanking you for her :).
It would make me feel awesome too... My dad is a chiropractor and people owe him a binch of money... people can pay the bills and the people that dont we just dismis. I always tell him that he needs to be a little more aggressive with the people that we can actually get to pay but he likes the way he does it for now.
I woke up and stumbled to the front door to check for packages. I wasn't really expecting one, but you can never be too sure. To my surprise there was a small brown box waiting on the doorstep for me. What had I ordered? I couldn't remember. I walked back inside and tore the package open.
Inside was a book and a board game. Not just any book and board game, though - they were abominations thrust in in front of my virgin eyes. The game was called A Hot Affair and the book was Penthouse: Naughty by Nature: Female Readers' Sexy Letters to Penthouse. Confused, I check the shipping address. Sure enough they weren't meant for me.
They were my neighbor's.
I like to use the parenthesis in my post title because whenever I'm considering clicking through on a link from Twitter or Facebook I like to know if I'm getting an article, chart, photo, video or whatever. This is hardly a 'how to' but more of a summary of my experiences.
I don't remember the exact book one of our girls had selected from the library but it was really bad. The rhyming wasn't very good and the plot was worse and I remember thinking that I could do better. Fast forward to today and I think I did but it was a lot harder than I realized.
Staying home with two kids doesn't allow me the time to do things alone and as any stay at home parent will tell you, there is an endless amount of cleaning, cooking, eating, driving, calling, and volunteering that always is at hand, so finding the time to write a book of children's poems wasn't simple. I ended up getting up about two hours earlier than the kids for about the first third of the year and working on the book. Some days I would get twelve or fifteen poems written and other days only one or two. Other days I would proofread those twelve or fifteen and realize only one of the bunch was any good and that one morning wasn't as productive as it seemed.
After getting 85% of the poems in a relatively (more proofing was needed but overall I like their structure) finished position I began the illustrating. I wanted to use simple and clean lines so that the illustrations looked more like an outline rather than a polished product. After a month of working the mornings and getting about one-third of the illustrations done I uploaded my file to the CreateSpace website ready for their glowing praises, or at least an approval. What I got instead was a message saying that my 115DPI illustrations needed to be at least 300DPI for an 8" by 10" book. I was so bummed.
The poems were a lot easier to write than the illustrations to draw and some of them had turned out at least slightly complementary to what I had written. I looked online to see what freelance artists would cost and cost for the illustrations would have trumped the book profits by a factor of ten. More importantly though, they also wouldn't have been mine. My first goal was to give something to my daughters I could say was made for them and if I hired someone to illustrate it I could have hired someone to write it as well.