My 8-year-old daughter answered the phone with something urgent to tell me.
“Mom, this girl has worms in her belly,” Linda blurted. I had a moment of panic, wondering what could possibly have happened at home in the 24 hours since I had left town on a trip for work.
“I’m looking at this book, and there’s a picture of a girl with a big belly,” she continued.
Quickly I realized that Linda was looking at the FH gift catalog, which is full of opportunities to help vulnerable children thrive. My panic turned to a smile.
And then she said it. “Mom, I’m going to save up my allowance so a kid won’t have worms in her belly.”
The tears welled up as I mustered a response. “That’s so beautiful, Linda,” I told her. “I’m proud of you for wanting to help another kid.”
There are moments when my children’s simple compassion humbles me. Linda’s conviction to help another child was born from being made aware of a tangible need. She saw the problem and realized she could save up the resources to solve the problem. The cost to provide the medicine is $25. It will take her seven weeks to save up enough allowance to pay for it. And yet, deciding to help a child in need was a no-brainer.
Here’s my favorite part of the story. Linda thought that her $25 would provide medicine for just one child. As I listened to her rustling on the other end of the phone line, I heard my husband speaking to her in the background. “Linda, look how many children it says you can help with your $25.”
The line went silent. Then she shouted, “500 children! Mom, it’s for 500 children!”
Linda was stunned. Exuberant. Like Christmas morning.
Later, Linda asked both of her grandmothers if they would match her donation. They both agreed. Will you?